Everest
Ever considers his friend's question for a long moment. "if it were me, I think I would pretend to be some sort of blacksmith and then I would ask the gods, if they answered, for an item to help me break through things, casually ask if it could be enchanted to break through anything." This is said in a low whisper of course. "And then...well, I'd try to use it on the hand mines." He concludes with a shrug.
Surely there was some way out of it, unless...
The dragoons brandished swords, slashing at the arms or legs caught by the hand mines. Recoiling in alarm, Ever's eyes grow wide with fear and understanding.
"I...think we should go."
~FIN
Surely there was some way out of it, unless...
The dragoons brandished swords, slashing at the arms or legs caught by the hand mines. Recoiling in alarm, Ever's eyes grow wide with fear and understanding.
"I...think we should go."
~FIN
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
