Stray lanterns — Episode 30

Unbutton that collar, Lyra Let's see if the gods gave you leverage Modesty is my shield! I will not! See? Your shield doesn't have wheels This saved us 14 hours A net positive transaction, Lyra It was shameless The temple does not authorize ankle flashing Oh, devastating I'm sure the Mother Crystal is weeping over a three-inch stretch of shin They return at dawn, unharmed But look at their hair Geometric perfection This isn't grooming, it's high magic No struggle, no prints Whatever took them didn't use force I've seen kidnappers, slavers None walk you home Whatever drags them into the dark isn't carving them up The priest is inside Fair warning, an Ork clan lives past the ridge The village won't go near Impurities cling to neglected things We will find whoever disturbs your flock And yours, delicate purity Right, purity Do you just improvise?

A shepherd knows the texture of his flock, my dear Seriously, that priest is a total pervert He is a holy man of the crystal, heathen Careful, boss She handles the burial wreaths What does that even mean?