On the road. On the run. On the brink. This is what I’m dealing with: cash dwindling down to nothing, two hybrid girls who have no idea who they are or where they come from, a snot-nosed little goblin who’s constantly leeching me for money but...
What in the name of Thor could be making this Viking so blue?
Eating haggis?
Listening to those insufferable bagpipes?
Traveling through Scotland with the world's worst poet?
Searching for the infuriatingly inept witch...