“Yeah, and your weather balloon of a diaper told you. And half the Guild, nonetheless. And if it hadn’t, we wouldn’t be standing out here in this mess.”
“Sorry, kind of hard to hear you over the sound of the rain hitting my helmet and not my fur~”
Cass is likely going to have a fun time being a weather buoy when they get back to the Ironclad. But at least she’s dry :D
First of a group of commissions for turanic~
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