Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20181023015118/@comment-26863232-20181031003440

(NOOOO!  WHY DO THE MESSAGES I SEND KEEP DISAPPEARING?????)

Day 1, Night, 9

Lizzie seems to be preoccupied. She's cradle-carrying the dead donkey, but after a moment she registers your question. Then she responds in stuttered, broken phrases.

"Tragic tale.  Used to be a fair, jolly king.  Old age though.  Senility affects more than just the body.  The mind.  Became a weak boned, foul-tempered codger.  Only became worse when his daughters disappeared.  Now he just yells at newcomers.  Thinks they took them." A thick drop of blood trickles down her jaw, but she quickly wipes it away. Another bloodstain to her white cardigan. "May I go now, Miss?" ​​