Ahhh, Blackwood. The Imperial-with-a-touch-of-Argonian lands. From brick inlaid with wood to stone castles. I could imagine myself sitting in my Water’s Edge and enjoying some tea with the new teacups we have, and having a lavish seafood dinner that would make Red Lobster jealous. And then my character would sit by the fire and slowly doze off to sleep with the warmth and fulfilling feeling.
And then she’d jolt awake, haunted by the realization she would have to face of the dinner she just ate. One single, imperative question:

Why in oblivion was this not called an
Octopie?!