Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26184570-20170428030330/@comment-26084195-20170510031132

(Not forests, Argali. I told you this.)

The wind was howling, biting into flesh, chilling bone deep. Why anyone would want to live here is quite mind-boggling.

Then, over the sound of the wind, an animilastic snort, and the sound of heavy footsteps. A minotaur is near.