DON'T THROW ANYONE INTO THE VOLCANO || o, beach party [wt]

[Owlie]

Krataa looked at the invite with a raised lip, cringing and giving a sigh. Be active in the community.... ugh. Krataa hopped off of the pile of things he had established as a “throne” in his room, and moved to the beach.

Oh boy.
”Wade....” he approached, the sand seeming to move away from him and avoid him, [b]”What is this about a party?”