lanselos_du_lac

"The tooth is weird," Gideon admits. "Not losing it, that's happened plenty, but it staying gone. Back home my necromancer would just jam a spare bit of bone in there and alakazam, new tooth." She stares into her whiskey, but doesn't sip anymore--it's probably the half-glass she's had already that makes her say, "we're, uh, more than friends. Probably?"