The ladies are coming to you live from the aftermath of a gory and slightly unexpected battle. I mean, we expected a battle. Just not this exact battle. Nestor's dark secret is exposed.
“What if Dear Abby and Dear Prudence were a giant two headed monster?” We (Violet & Petunia, the ettin) answer questions and give advice on topics such as: “What exactly constitutes a town, and why exactly does that not include basically anything monster owned and operated?” or “What are your thoughts on necromancy as a renewable source of minions?” or “Is that screaming coming from *my* basement?”