"What the hells do you think that is?" The Legionnaire called above the howling winds that covered Port Avanthyr, pointing at the green lightning striking the light house.
"I don't know! But I'm sure as heck staying away from it." The scholii clutched his staff as the gale blew back his Legion robes. The two made their way to the nearest shanty house, taking shelter against the wall.
"Get on in here!" An old woman shrieked from the house. "Bad things are about this eve! Spirits!"
"Don't be daft, woman." The scholii scrambled inside, wiping water from his face. "The spirits don't trouble Sundren. At least, none native to this valley."
"Aye." The old woman cackled as her eyes flickered with otherworldly light.
"Not from around here, they don't."
"I don't know! But I'm sure as heck staying away from it." The scholii clutched his staff as the gale blew back his Legion robes. The two made their way to the nearest shanty house, taking shelter against the wall.
"Get on in here!" An old woman shrieked from the house. "Bad things are about this eve! Spirits!"
"Don't be daft, woman." The scholii scrambled inside, wiping water from his face. "The spirits don't trouble Sundren. At least, none native to this valley."
"Aye." The old woman cackled as her eyes flickered with otherworldly light.
"Not from around here, they don't."




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