Mass Fainting
“Hey, uh, General Retvik, is Relkir going to be alright?” Retvik grunted as he glanced down at Teekay, the almost silver-skinned Skyavok that had been hovering outside this bedroom door for a while now. “Yes, Relkir will be fine. But please do not call me ‘General’, I have no right to use that title.” Teekay … Read more