It is stifflingly hot in Burrowgatory. The heat has Altair’s nerves, and hair, in a mess. He attempted to tame the frizz by throwing it in a haphazard up do with limited sucess.
There is an event at Imp Shop that Altair would normal disregard without a second thought; but, Samson begged for them help out. So here he is, sweaty and smack dab in the middle of downtown Burrowgatory.
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