[HQ Ignorance] Scene Three: Dilis Swamp

[Nic Hughes]

Spotting the strange black object floating in the water the Satyr 
gripped his bronze-bound walking stave firmly, if Aalmon did not spot it 
he would have to smash the unnatural thing himself.

Seeing the elf bend down he was distracted by the sight of her slender 
backside, the horrors of the swamp receding as other thoughts came to 
mind, although at least he noticed her talking to the strange thing and 
realised it must be some odd elf magic.

V-r-r-r-oLUT!


The revolting sound pulled him away from looking at the elf and back to 
the slimy things attacking them.

Nic

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