The continued adventures of not Vikings
07-18-2018, 09:56 AM
"If I was an evil lich lord, that would definitely be trapped," Thistle says, eyeing the small to medium sized fortune heaped up down the hall. "No sense rushing in."
Thistle reaches out with her mind, feeling down the corridors towards the nooks and crannies where grain barrels and other food stuffs have been laid by carelessly. In short order, she comes upon a few rats huddled away, their beady little eyes peering out from their hiding spots. Not needing to wrestle with them like she had to with the neon wolf, she directs a few of them to scurry down the hall towards the heap of gold.
Thistle reaches out with her mind, feeling down the corridors towards the nooks and crannies where grain barrels and other food stuffs have been laid by carelessly. In short order, she comes upon a few rats huddled away, their beady little eyes peering out from their hiding spots. Not needing to wrestle with them like she had to with the neon wolf, she directs a few of them to scurry down the hall towards the heap of gold.
