As night fell on the Gormott province, the creatures of the day began to sleep, leaving only our little troop of misfits awake and seeking shelter from an already tiring journey.
“Told you fighting those bandits was a bad idea, we’ve been walking for hours now, and we didn’t even find their camp…”
Nia couldn’t help but share her distaste for the situation, her Welsh accent piercing the
A Gormotti's Prank
By: JuliaM