Eiliakins

It was an especially bitter cold evening in Mallietcia. The snow was falling much more aggressively than it had been for the past few days and every now and then harsh winds would whip up stinging flurries. It was certainly a day where seeking the warm shelter of indoors was preferable. That was not the case of one particular Slowking however. The rich man was on his way to an old friend's house for a dinner party. He paid no mind to the miserable weather as draped around his shoulders was the finest fur cloak money could buy, as warm as it was soft. It was a deep chocolate brown held together with a gold chain studded with rubies; why he th