Anastas Bernard looked miserable as he came into the bed chamber and limped to his bed, which was rumpled and had clothes tossed upon it. 'Who's are these?' he asked Peronell, who was lounging on the next bed with his eyes closed. 'Ordulf's' he replied, without looking up. 'Oh no!' wailed Anastas in a pathetic, thin voice, 'Ordulf is here? Really? Since when? For how long?' Peronell opened his eyes and examined the hopping Anastas for a moment, 'What happened to your leg?'

Imma need the demon mask helmet tattooed. #WarFan #WarBaton #DemonMaskHelmet #DreamedThis #Dejavu (at Portland Art Museum)