". . ." Not bothering to look at the cuff on his wrist, or the padlock across his neck, he stares back at Majora.
"None of your business."
@mujuraofchaos.bsky.social“Yeah. At your chains. You’d only see things like that in the worst dungeons.”
He recognized that scent. Desire had smoked something similar. A smell one could compare to a kitchen in the fall.