Us Hornless serve a purpose. The Grand Design, the plan made manifest at the dawn of time, decrees that the traditional binaries of good and evil must...always be locked in conflict for there to be cyclic equilibrium, a moral Balance. Our purpose, or so I was taught, was to preserve this Balance, by influencing mortals, to inspire them, to indulge in excess and as many Sins as possible, opposed to Celestial powers who do the same for their so called Virtues. Else, if either side succumbs to the. I opened the jug and sniffed, my guess was that it was pure grain alcohol. I just poured a small amount into a pottery cup that was hanging upside down then I mixed in the same amount of water from a bucket that was next to the cups. I figured that would help her sleep and handed the cup to her."Drink up."She did, only coughing a little. I took the cup from her. "Sleep, I'll watch over you tonight. You can trust me."As worn out as she was, I expected her to be her to be sound asleep pretty. He did. ‘Whats wrong,’ I heard him call, as he walked around the house, cleaning up all the bottles and trash from the night before. ‘Drink a little too much last night?’ ‘Um. Nothing. Just a little tired this morning.’ I dragged myself of the couch and hurried into the bathroom, avoiding Johnny. I looked into the mirror, shaking my head at my reflection. My hair was still in decent shape, but the same couldn’t be said for my makeup. I quickly washed my face, then rooted around in the top. .. a turtle?Vennoa blinked. No, her eyes were not playing tricks on her. There was a large bipedal turtle among them. It had two swords hanging from its belt. And it had a belt! Vennoa could only see the back of the turtle, and its shell looked slightly chipped at some places, and lines of cracks at other places.“Will there be orcs?”From the direction of the words, Vennoa guessed the turtle was speaking. She had never heard a turtle speak before.“We don’t know,” Seireri answered in her calm.