Spit and Crowns

Arrowyy spent the evening trying to turn every chained villain into the same chained villain, which is a kind of scholarship if one has enough saliva and no shame. He spat on me twice while pursuing the matter. I had, regrettably, invited him to spit something out without specifying a direction.

Summoneyy arrived at the useful part, worrying at the crown’s altered history until the seams showed. Arrowyy, meanwhile, declared victory because I had used the word jailer in a sentence about Kil’jaeden. A man can build a whole fortress from one misplaced brick, provided nobody makes him read the plans.

I told them I am corrective, not mean. This is true. A mean person would let Arrowyy lick cursed objects.