Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-7262318-20170221003918

"Riften, aye?" Hafnir rubbed his chin. "I wonder if she was talking about Audmor..."

He looked for the old man, but he was no longer there. It appeared that he had either been buried under the debris or swallowed up by the earth when Jag tore the land apart. Either way, he was gone.

"Dammit..." Hafnir sighed. "Wait... Where's Fjola?" He asked aloud.

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Dalacon thanked Banafrit for the dagger and plunged into the creatures side, drawing a small bit of blood, but not as much as he was expecting. He let the bit drop into a vial that he had once again pulled from his robes.

He held it up to the light. "I don't think he had the formula in him..." Dalacon said. "No, this was just an animal. Rabid and ugly..."

Dar'Zah soon re-emerged from the forest. "Whoever shot that damn arrow's gone," He announced. "Ain't nothin in there but rabbits..."