Chapter - 81
The Endless Forest was already pitch black.
The temperature had dropped as soon as the sun dropped behind the jagged World's Teeth.
A wet, biting chill soaked into the bones of any idiot unlucky enough to be out in the wilderness.
Inside the shitty ruined stone outpost, the wind screamed through the wall cracks, sounding like the ghosts that Grendel is usually so scared of.
But the old man wasn't whining about ghosts right now. He was busy bitching about his missing comforts.
"I am telling you, boiy, this is a fucking tragedy," Grendel groaned, pulling his wool cloak tight while his teeth rattled.
"Right this second, the fire at the brothel must be roaring. The ale must be flowing non stop. The stew must be thickening," He said, staring miserably into a dark corner.
