New deal. Double the gold. And a sausage. Hot.
A long, silent beat. The red eyes blink. Slowly, a gnarled, clawed hand emerges from the cave, holding a single, sad-looking sausage on a fork. kirtu comic
Last time, one of them threw up on my boot. I’m not impressed. New deal
Kirtu lets go. He pulls a crumpled, half-eaten list from his loincloth. clawed hand emerges from the cave
No.