RANDOM EVENT
A glint. A glimmer, just there - beneath the ripples.
The mists roll and writhe, silent though they are, their motion conjures phantom sounds of beating drums and tree branches lashed about in a strong wind. They toss and tumble like water poured from a pitcher with time slowed down.
But never mind that. Your knife, sweet girl. It's just there in the water.
The mists roll and writhe, silent though they are, their motion conjures phantom sounds of beating drums and tree branches lashed about in a strong wind. They toss and tumble like water poured from a pitcher with time slowed down.
But never mind that. Your knife, sweet girl. It's just there in the water.
