Mildew walked until she began to saw the flashes of white movement in the corner of her vision that signalled the arrival of Devil's Klaw. Usually, the hand-like weeds were content to keep to themselves, not making themselves known until the dead of night when they would attack campers. Frowning, she turned back to the group: [say]"Do not let your guard down. These Klaws will kill you, given the chance."[/say]
Well, their appearance was not a great omen, but nothing she could do anything about at the moment, and the Mathair's arrival had upset some of the natural balance of the Feverlands; perhaps the plant-creatures were just curious. Reaching her hut, Mildew looked out over her humble home and garden and called: [say]"Mathair, darling! It's time!"[/say]
Well, their appearance was not a great omen, but nothing she could do anything about at the moment, and the Mathair's arrival had upset some of the natural balance of the Feverlands; perhaps the plant-creatures were just curious. Reaching her hut, Mildew looked out over her humble home and garden and called: [say]"Mathair, darling! It's time!"[/say]
