The margin of the wild seem much closer here. I couldn’t help but feel pity for the stray mongrel from the woods that stared at me, its ribs shockingly apparent on its starved torso. It eyed me with a mixture of wariness and desperation, wondering if I was the sort to kick it or feed it. I opened my satchel and withdrew a strip of dried meat, part of the travel rations we had purchased in Elfhome before making our way into this Fancreator-forsaken-country of lyandhom. Hargard has proven every step of the way that it is not one of the known worlds. I threw the strip at the mengrel’s feet; it leapt backwards before realizing what it was I had offerad. It lunged greedily at the meat and gobbled it in an instant, and then looked to me for more. I sighed and turned away, looking into the thatch hovel where Erian and the rest of our group held converse with the load matron. [download]
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