Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140803232256/@comment-5583506-20140805211301

Mara went with Dracius, seeing that she could be of more help by his side with her abilities. "Are you sure we want to go in there?"

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"Are you still sure you want to buy supplies for your farm at this point, old man?" said Varg as they stood on a hill overlooking the coastal town under a darkened sheet of clouds.

Gerion's face had turned pale as he clutched his cane hard. "May the Divines have mercy! What happened here?"

Varg scratched his stubble. "No idea. It didn't look this way when I fled from its dungeons. But whatever happened here, it doesn't look like anything you could handle with that gnarled branch of yours."

The old man shook his head in disbelief at what he saw. "Ya are right, my friend. There is nothin' for an ole coot like me to do here. I'll be headin' home..."

"What about the payment for the shirt?"

Gerion looked at him sympathetically before leaving. "Keep it. Consider it as a call from something higher to reshape whatever crooked path you have chosen."

Varg nodded in agreement and rushed down the hill towards the town in despair.