bleak-nomads: “You’re from the West, aren’t …

bleak-nomads:

“You’re from the West, aren’t you? Well, I’ve seen kind like you out looking for gold, and let me tell you, it’ll be my business when you’re out with the scurvy, or Castellan’s when we have to cut your fingers off from the frostbite.”

Sighted crows in a desert of rime –  Sue/Castellan Moodboard