Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-29994693-20190729120839

Stitch was in his element, though if one looked closely you could tell he was holding a spell. He towered above most of the crowd save for a few elves, but he seemed to blend in nonetheless. He looked around for a place that the goblin could be hiding, not able to find anything at first glance. Upon closer inspection he found a few decrepit buildings that fit the bill.

He looked back over his shoulder at Devaxion, the Dragonborn stuck out and clearly didn’t belong here. The Alley folks could tell too and gave weary glances and a rather wide berth when walking around him. One halfling tried to peel off one of Devaxion’s scales again but Stitch slapped his hand away with his tail, giving the halfling a warning glare as he scurried away.