Frey
"Strength comes slowly. I am sure you will get there, sugar plum," Frey says around a bite of pie, their cheeks round with enjoyment (and food, of course). "Look at the trees of the Greatwood. They were once teeny tiny saplings, and now they are proud and strong."
Tilting their head at the idea of upgrading Darkeye's axes, they nod approvingly. "That would be doable, certainly. So would you like to use your big old landshark tooth on these axes?" It is worth clarifying, after all.
Tilting their head at the idea of upgrading Darkeye's axes, they nod approvingly. "That would be doable, certainly. So would you like to use your big old landshark tooth on these axes?" It is worth clarifying, after all.
