It's a bit beyond freezing, really, but if you crack enough ice from the harbour you can get at the real frigid shit beneath. That's where the money is — forget snow, you can only dump so much of that on folks off the ramparts before you've got to go and branch out. Variety's the spice of life, and all that.
So when she spots Myr, it's not powder fluff that goes swinging his direction, but a bucket full of seawater.
backdated to snow times
It's a bit beyond freezing, really, but if you crack enough ice from the harbour you can get at the real frigid shit beneath. That's where the money is — forget snow, you can only dump so much of that on folks off the ramparts before you've got to go and branch out. Variety's the spice of life, and all that.
So when she spots Myr, it's not powder fluff that goes swinging his direction, but a bucket full of seawater.
"Look out!" She yells, like a dick.