Friday, April 2, 2010
Dawn of the Darklords 15
The track continues for several miles down a steep wooded hillside to arrive at a little bridge spanning a deep, crystal-clear stream. A young woman dressed in padded leather armour stands there, warily watching you approach. ‘Where are you bound for, young wizard?’ she asks.
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