Thread:FireFlows/@comment-26863232-20180203154027/@comment-26863232-20180406024419

"I need you to find me a box. A... A tissue box." She pauses. For a moment, she seems almost embarrassed of her peculiar request. "I know that sounds ratha' strange, but I'm not helping you without it.  I know where it is, I just can't.... um, reach it."

An old acquaintance of yours, the caiman skull, floats past you. Master grabs it.

"You better help me, little girlie, else you'll end up like your friend here." She attempts to intimidate you by crushing the skull between her hooves, but her hooves are too weak to even hold it for 10 seconds before letting it drift off. "Or end up like me," she mutters under her breath.