Eriape has recently attached one of her little enchanted mouse skulls on skull in an alleyway in Absalom. She uses it for [Skull Spy], of course. . Eriape and the badgers are watching the image projected out of the single large eyehole of the cyclopean (in three senses) skull. The lair is therefore darkened, and all of the badgers are gathered in front of Eriape's giant throne.  

Right now it has a spectacular view of a street show about little puppets with big noses beating each other senseless. Someone must have come up with the medium recently, and the badgers are fascinated.

Eriape has recently attached some of her little enchanted mouse skulls all over in Absalom, for the use of [Skull Spy] of course, and this evening Eriape and the badgers are enjoying the results. The image projected out of the single large eyehole of the cyclopean (in three senses) skull, hung from her ceiling in chains. The lair is therefore darkened, and all of the badgers are gathered in front of Eriape's giant throne.  

Right now it has a spectacular view of a street show about little puppets with big noses beating each other senseless. Someone must have come up with the medium recently, and the badgers are fascinated.

Eriape has recently attached some of her little enchanted mouse skulls all over in Absalom, for the use of [Skull Spy] This evening Eriape and the badgers are enjoying the results. The images thus obtained are projected out of the single large eyehole of the cyclopean (in three senses) skull, hung from her ceiling by iron chains. The lair is therefore darkened, and all of the badgers are gathered in front of Eriape's giant throne.  

Right now it has a spectacular view of a street show about little puppets with big noses beating each other senseless. Someone must have come up with the medium recently, and the badgers are fascinated.

Eriape has recently attached some of her little enchanted mouse skulls all over in Absalom, for the use of [Skull Spy] This evening Eriape and the badgers are enjoying the results. The images thus obtained are projected out of the single large eyehole of the cyclopean (in three senses) skull, hung from her ceiling by iron chains. The lair is therefore darkened, and all of the badgers are gathered in front of Eriape's giant throne.  

Right now it has a spectacular view of a street show about little puppets with big noses beating each other senseless. Someone must have come up with the medium recently, and the badgers are fascinated.