Stream: @MoNkEyInArOuNd (Elder and Heart Failure)
The title of “Elder” was almost an understatement. The orc that approached them, escorted by the young Pili, was positively ancient. He had wrinkles on wrinkles, and the hair on his head was reduced to a few stray wisps of white. He moved slowly, but with purpose, his little cane tap-tap-tapping the ground with each step. Finally, he arrived before the demon lord, a tiny, bent figure before the majesty of Demonlordio. “...Elder Pickwick, I presume?” The demon lord spoke first. The elder sized him up. Or at least, that’s how it seemed. Elder Pickwick’s eyes were a permanent squint, but even then, he appeared to be nearly blind. Perhaps his hearing was also… “I am the elder of this village, hm!” He suddenly spoke up. “And you… you’re the demon lord, ain’tcha? Hm?” He poked his can in De
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