Illyria’s patience endsPrompt:
What is under your mattress/pillow? Why?Disclaimer:
Not mine, all JossDistribution:
Not without permission first
Your spleen if you continue to ask such futile questions. Only humans would keep treasures unguarded in such a foolish place. It is the reason you all will die without hope and promise. I am bored now with your insistent voice and constant whimpering. You should be fixed and if you dare ask another question I shall make your death frighten even those that bathe in the stench of your fear. The shadows shall seek refuge from my wrath and you will bask in your insides. Now shut up and be gone before I loose my temper.