


We could both sense where the old snake had hidden the maiden. The winds were the tell, as the hollow feel of the old river gave none. What a perfect place to stash those unwilling. What was the price for such a vile act? When we finally meet you wyrm... my sword will spill the few bits of flesh still left unto you.
The old warriors boots, along with a few charms, were laid for those that needed them most. We are coming Anya, hold steadfast.