my scholarly physique and delicate constitution are not well-suited to questing, but they keep me around because i’m very good at saying ominous and unsettling things at significant moments
the emotional rollercoaster of “the final time you called me baby” transitioning immediately and perfectly into “do you think i’d give up, that this might’ve shook the love from me?” jesus christ
when a pelican bites you there’s no malice in their eyes. they aren’t upset at you. they are just hungry and want to see if you fit in their mouths. and if you don’t then it’s no problem and everything is fine. and if you do then well i guess your fate is sealed but that’s ok it’s a beautiful animal
