[He had been asleep. Bone-tired and half-frozen, lost and confused, baffled by Norfinbury in ways both big and small, Vorin had finally managed to drift off. Almost managed to dream, too, and perhaps it would have been a nice dream for once.....only for the strident, obnoxious din of Vriska's voice to ruin it.
Which means.
A massive, armored hand belonging to a massive, armored goat man is now shooting out of the tent flaps to scruff Vriska and drag her inside.]
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Which means.
A massive, armored hand belonging to a massive, armored goat man is now shooting out of the tent flaps to scruff Vriska and drag her inside.]