Never did the warlock thought to think about the drippling water, the roots laid bare, the roaring in the distance as terrifying. He stood still, not daring to move since the knowlege about that being and the possibility of being detected were way to fresh. Not having lost their sharp, dangerous gleam over jears....
As to why he had chosen to come to this place.
To have even set up camp in this place. He could only curse his past self for being so inconsiderate.
And so he continiues to sit here. In a dim cave in some distant mountain region. All alone. Waiting. Waiting for the day he can finally ...
Use the bathroom.
- 12.11.19
What did you think his thoughts would be after standing there for a while?
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