Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-25828117-20191213211645

"High Rock is many months away I am afraid, sir Nohaden'Cade." Lysilde told the big Augur.

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Nemicus was about to say something when he turned his head.

"Do you smell that?"

There was indeed a certain smell. Coming from over the next hill. The sickly sweet smell of death.