Tarnished, a word. I heard you conspired with Ranni the Witch.
I understand. The need for puppet gush is strong. Do you think I've not felt it? In my quest to be all knowing, I too have known the draw to the blue cunny. With 'er four arms, think of all the things that she could do to it- your tarnished tackle.
And then imagine ten more.
Just tell me this: When she was miniature and in your grasp, did ye... stick 'er in a jar? And did ye fill that jar with your tarnished seed? I'd do the same if given the chance.
Be on your way then. To the capital.
