*Splash*

[Garlicá]

((Replacement Post No.20 to No.19, *Smooch*))


*Someday, somebody gives Borgate a smoochie to his cheek for several important informations.
To the knowing onlooker it might seem that little has changed.*

[Garlicá]

((Post No.28, Dunked))



Instead of preparing the flower decorations for the
Wine Festival, a Galmair Financier takes a deep dive
in the sewers.

Half an hour later she can be seen wandering
into the Nameless Mountains only wearing underpants,
carrying her bundle of soaken clothes.

No one sees nor hears the secret knocking sign to the
entrance of the burrows.

The whole night she is scrubbed by her orc kitchenmaid
with different soaps and alternating showers of vinegar.
Her hands are clutching an imaginary throat the whole time,
as she mutters:

„This is the last time...the last time…
this indecent… the last time…
eh cows an`en this...
this impertinent… the last time…
this… this… this…
the last time…
first`eh cows an`en this…
this...this...this..“

The orcish kitchenmaid smirks the whole night.
The daughters giggle in the main hall,
making flower sketches,
playing dice,
smoking.
The whole night.

The youngest son washes her robes with a frown.
The whole night.