06-05-2018, 10:49 AM
It wasn't long before a man in a crimson jacket with a pink bandana came sneaking along the edge of the stream, passing Arl and Randall.
He was carrying a long sword which he had drawn and was hanging loosely at his side, tapping tree stumps and scraping bushes as he headed for the faked clearing. Perhaps sneaking was not the correct word.
He was carrying a long sword which he had drawn and was hanging loosely at his side, tapping tree stumps and scraping bushes as he headed for the faked clearing. Perhaps sneaking was not the correct word.



