The tunnels seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, a constricting motion hinting at their past experiences. He was half tempted to shift back to his normal self and widen them purely out of spite, but when the narrow portions then elongated again on the path, he merely snorted, sniffing at the air instead. The mushrooms weren’t appealing either – and he moderately expected something to jump out at them, unleashed from whatever remained of the Family’s inhospitable house of horrors.
That King’s End was stuck on their regional quest seemed to be an unfortunate sticking point. We finished ours right before so he understood the measures and frustrations; they’d had about a few days to feel that relief and sanctuary, before it scarcely mattered at all. How much do you have left?
That King’s End was stuck on their regional quest seemed to be an unfortunate sticking point. We finished ours right before so he understood the measures and frustrations; they’d had about a few days to feel that relief and sanctuary, before it scarcely mattered at all. How much do you have left?
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
