Imagine Vex saying to some enemies, “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, so I’ll let them do it.” Then she whistles.
And Trinket comes charging out of the woods with Percy on his back.
Imagine Vex saying to some enemies, “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, so I’ll let them do it.” Then she whistles.
And Trinket comes charging out of the woods with Percy on his back.