User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-27550231-20161111060529/@comment-27550231-20161112031535

Praetor slowly gets up and dusts himself off as he looks over the mess he made.

"Sorry about the broken chair... and floor... and the food. I'll definately think about moving here, or set up a hunting cabin hidden away from the prying eyes of a certain transitioning individual."