Darvin had walked with Beranhond the safe distance away from the cloud. He stared at the fog and was utterly perplexed. The Half-elf was usually a charge first, ask questions later kind of guy. This fog was really cramping his style.
"Does anyone have any ideas on how to deal with this fog? We have shit to do."
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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As you say this, the fog starts drifting towards you on an unexpected breeze...
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