The two riderless Worgs arrive back at
Akbarr Tower, tongues lolling and eyes still wide with fear.
They’d run for hours and were desperate to
warn the human defenders.
After being given bowls of water, One of
the Black Knight death cultists, squats down beside them.
“What’s wrong boys? Timmy down the well?”
laughed at the content, then laughed more at what your mind-set must be to have written it......
ReplyDeletePretty sure I was dropped on my head as a baby.
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