Sounds like you’ve been ripping the wings off poor defenseless insects!
Like rotten flesh and warm bread!
Oh yes! This oncd, Cicero had to strangle a man with a 30 inch long section of his own daugters intestine! To the centimeter too! Of course that
was for a bit of a bonus I could’ve strangled him with anything. But Cicero enjoys a change now and again.
My hat? Oh ho ho, no. You see my hat is what holds poor Cicero’s head together, if you were to take it my head would simply collapse like a squashed skeevers ribcage.
Do you know what times she has to be oiled? Which flowers flatter her rotted eyes the most? No?! You disgrace me!
Cicero does not partake in supporting either side of this silly war. He has more important matters to attend to.
Cicero is already in a full commitment with the Night Mother. He watches her morning, noon and night, tending to her, oiling her, speaking to her….
The Listener is dead. But in spirit i suppose that is plausible.
Cicero prefers devious, it holds true. Only a deviant like myself could be such a wonderful assassin and loyal keeper!