Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-36459171-20190727013336

Devaxion had to restrain himself with laughing, letting a sort of snort-growl, a small puff of frozen air emerging from his nostrils. Out of all the most intimidating names... it was that one.

He stood up from his chair and bumped it back under the table, letting a stretch and nearly knocking an ale out of someone’s hands. They tossed him a dirty look and returned to drinking.

“Very well, Mr. Big...” He let a toothy grin, he couldn’t say the name with a straight face, “You shall have his head.”