random event The answer is yes. Someone is there. Someone small, trapped, hidden beneath the rubble of fallen obsidian. Wessex will be able to pinpoint that the sound is coming from close inside the Spire, just within the entrance. But it’s Amalia’s words that reach the poor dragon, causing the creature to strain and cry out louder. Help! It tells Amalia, exhaustion lacing it’s every limb, every movement, breaths coming quicker as it tries to push itself free from the debris that traps it, but it is unable. A soft whine leaving it from anguish and pain. |
whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
Amaaaaa |
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