— 𝑈𝑛𝒉𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

The hunger. Vellioth knew, of course. Had chewed his own arms, bitten through the delicate flesh of his own face, in an attempt to assuage it. Had always been punished for it, naturally. Not for ruining himself; Donnela Szarr did not care about his appearance outside of soireés.+

Vellioth often forgot about the prudish nature of surface residents, particularly of humans. It crossed his mind briefly to make an attempt to cover himself up, but in the end he decided he did not care enough for the spawn's emotional comfort to bother. Besides, the steam did +

It was amazing how, when Vellioth did not wish to be found, the entirety of the Forgotten Realms found him. Still, he could have been interrupted by worse people. A certain red-skinned Infernal beast came to mind and, just by that, irritated him even more. "Enter," he sighed.