Toxic flew over Basantha Shrine, shivering.
"Dis vest don't keep out da cold, no it don't." He grumbled grouchily. After all, what was the purpose of a vest, if it didn't keep out the cold?
"I betta land and have me a rest before I freeze me tooshie off." The thing was, Toxic didn't exactly want to land on Basantha Shrine. He wanted to land near enough that he could walk, but not near enough that the monks inside would notice his flapping wings and shoo him out, thinking he was a pest.
"Psh, stupid bald-heads." Toxic chuckled, remembering how the priests had shaved part of their heads.
(Level 1, Post 1)