Every once and a while the Shardforger will challenge Father Instinct to a spar. He seems happy to oblige his firstborn, as it is bonding time and an excuse to keep senses keen.

Trips to the occasional open air marketplace were few and far inbetween. Rare even; without a true job carrying any sort of spare pocket money was made through hard work and craft. This week Geck got lucky. Two comissions yielded enough paper to gather fresh goods rather than store brand. She was delighted with the opportunity.

The thing with markets, it was always best to get there early. Departing from her home an hour and a half before it was time for the actual area to open the dark haired girl took her time with her walk. Tinkering on phone, listening to music, the whole deal. She was a young adult in both troll and human standards so it was something excusable to do with the time she waited between lights. 25 minutes. Then Geck had arrived.  What she did not expect to greet her as soon as she set eyes upon where the food was to be... was a brute.

Garl, one of the few true vassals of the Mask Maker, hummed and scratched his crocodilian chin with a claw.

"Harrr, that be a hard question ta answer," he said pensively. "He be not the type for offerin's such as ye see on pyres an' altars. Nay, he be a dei of mystery an' solitude. But..."

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Send “wandering under the weather” for your muse to be the one who refuses to stay in bed.

Ask my character “How do you feel about ______?” Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they’ll have to answer honestly.