#baronyofthesilverwolf

There is a smell of coffee. Blessed, blessed coffee. Even if Dee doesn't normally drink it, perhaps such an elixir will help drive off the tiny nockers that bang wrenches and tinier nevers that chime shrill bells inside her skull.

She heads towards it, the horses that hold her fate in hands MIGHT be seen while she's away from them, but ...she's no good like this.

"Coffee?" She sticks her nose in