It's gone. It's all gone.

The Warlord shifted slightly, making room for Isa as she leaned against him. He rested his head against hers. His eyes roaming over the cavern, with puddles across the earth, broken pottery, wrecked shelving and the steady growing of a bad sort of smell. Mildew and mould.

He let a flicker of a smile ghost his face as Isa reached over and kissed him. “You're a culinary genius, do you think you could see what you can salvage? I’m going to pull out all the shelving and debris and see if I can air this place out” He suggested, looking down at the little wolf beside him. “I guess you’ve been thrown into the deep end, my Lady of War”

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