@LovingVillainy || I main billy, if you die to me its cause I'm better or you misplayed. Simple as
If you're salty about dying to billy you should seek therapy
β I no enjoy kill. No thrill of hunt as say eng-lish. β
She wheezes, before slowly composing herself. She was unaware that anyone was watching her.
β I sorry, what do for you? β
She asks, standing back up and beginning to clean the mess she made.
β I fear gods no hear. . . Through fog. β
She sighs. . . Throwing a bowl of fruit from the shrine at the wall.
β People need me! Why. Why why why! β
She collapses onto the ground, shivering. Anger drains her.
It's only fair, since he did let her join him for a drink.
β Hey. . . Wine? From home. Is good. β
She places a clay jar infront of him, opening it up, it's a very sweet smelling wine, with a slight earthy undertone from jar.