My Night of Unbridled Debauchery at the Wandering Oak
Login to viewIt was a night like any other at the Wandering Oak, but I had a plan to spice things up. I had been eyeing a certain patron, a burly blacksmith, who had been co...
❦ Dispatches, confessions & midnight letters — written by the Kyns themselves ❦
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