Do you dream?
It's morning and you're getting yourself together to face the big world out there. One of the air vents don't work quite right all of a sudden and there's a unsettling, irregular tiny metallic ping
every few seconds. What do you do to get ready in the morning? What's your place like? Do you even have a place, or maybe you're just staying with a follower this time?
About six minutes before you're done done with your hair or clothes or whatever, one of your regulars pops her head in. Thunder's a bit simple between the ears, but she's utterly devoted to you. But she's got a little box like an offering, and you know she's just going to ask you for your presence and blessing later on at the shindig. All of those civvies dress a little different, but Thunder only wears solid colors. "Hello, Jackal,"
she says in her deliberate way. "I brought you something. I hope you like it."
What's the worst thing she could offer you?
You know this already, but here's Thunder.