He stops, ostensibly to look around and make sure they're going the right direction. But also looking, also listening.
It's never silent. There are wild animals that have retaken land once theirs. They aren't the only people around, either. Old wood creaks. Rusted metal threatens to sheer. But he doesn't hear anything that indicates fungal nightmare. He lets go of a breath.
"I miss facing off against normal threats. Possessed mages. Demons and spirits from another plane. The usual."
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He stops, ostensibly to look around and make sure they're going the right direction. But also looking, also listening.
It's never silent. There are wild animals that have retaken land once theirs. They aren't the only people around, either. Old wood creaks. Rusted metal threatens to sheer. But he doesn't hear anything that indicates fungal nightmare. He lets go of a breath.
"I miss facing off against normal threats. Possessed mages. Demons and spirits from another plane. The usual."