“Welcome to the Storm Coast, Inquisitor.”

Server: hi welcome to chilli’s

white shirt with no coat

Me: NO

spritz spritz

It has been 4 years (and a couple of months) and I’m still not over that armour

part iii

today’s sketching session / more Regis :]

Danse Macabre by Camille Saint-Saens except you can hear it inexplicably playing - by a whole orchestra no less - while lost in the forest at night. You have a gut feeling that you shouldn’t, but following the music seems like your best bet at no longer being lost. Nevermind that you keep hearing footsteps around you that aren’t yours - there’s no one there, no matter how many times you check. 

Gollum’s 500 year old tattered rags: has pockets where he keeps "fishbones, goblins’ teeth, wet shells, a bit of bat-wing, a sharp stone to sharpen his fangs on, and other nasty things.”