Woodbridge's Quail

A ceremonial dagger pierces its head. Whatever was binding its form together loses its sway and the beast disintegrates into a gelatinous bright red puddle. Winthrop lifts himself up and out of the creature's remains, looks down and recoils in horror. My Louboutins! The castle doors shut behind you,. You actually see a couple of guards that have their backs up against the door, like pushing it shut. One of them is this fearsome looking bulldog creature wearing this studded armor. The other one has this bandage over his left eye. And it's fairly ramshackle here in the foyer of the castle. There are a handful of sylvans