Rose gave a weak thumbs up, watching as he examined the end of the creature's life. Oh well. No harm no foul, at least it didn't spout 2 more heads. Hydras, gotta hate them.
Either way, she was near him examining the scene with him.
"It seems so. Or perhaps Derse dreamers just have good genes." That may or may not have been ironic considering he was technically not-really her father. If Dave could gush about Roxy being his mother, then she would quietly dwindle her thoughts away to that conclusions about Dirk. Well, more-so Bro.
The potion was appreciative and between bloody fingers she would reach out to clasp it. Down the hatch it went and she could feel any wounds regenerating.
Quite the odd feeling.
"Is there a bag of loot he may have dropped? Before he kicked his figurative bucket." Oh, no sex this time, just death. Shhh.
Don't make me bust out the modern day wooing rap music.
Either way, she was near him examining the scene with him.
"It seems so. Or perhaps Derse dreamers just have good genes." That may or may not have been ironic considering he was technically not-really her father. If Dave could gush about Roxy being his mother, then she would quietly dwindle her thoughts away to that conclusions about Dirk. Well, more-so Bro.
The potion was appreciative and between bloody fingers she would reach out to clasp it. Down the hatch it went and she could feel any wounds regenerating.
Quite the odd feeling.
"Is there a bag of loot he may have dropped? Before he kicked his figurative bucket." Oh, no sex this time, just death. Shhh.