Dzaradt is a demon in the kitchen.
Fren wishes you’d check where people are before driving through puddles.
Tsemone and Mark remember that they have literally no money.
A subterranean river drains through architectural watercourses and down into an abyss.
An astronaut seals a hole in their visor with their finger.
A flaming spectre shoulders its sword.
Mila hits the bottle.
Inese winks through her black eye.
Rachael gazes at the sky.
Only the persimmon tea remains….