[empaths don't stink so plainly as other menacing magics and abilities do, and so the looting continues without interruption. not without care, though; buttons and shreds of fabric are drawn close to its face for a closer inspection before tossed to the pile or away as garbage.
it needs something really good...
it may just settle for the fingers themselves, really. that's the thought that forms a needle and sets the Nightcap to sawing those fingers off one by one.]
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it needs something really good...
it may just settle for the fingers themselves, really. that's the thought that forms a needle and sets the Nightcap to sawing those fingers off one by one.]