: a small black cat moves from the door where a fluttering paper hangs and stops for a moment,seemingly to read the runes before scampering off through the gate into the high grasses, and up a tree where his form silently shifts into a tanned elf who stretches comfortably on the broad limb:
silly city folk dont know when nature is speaking to them, and one would think dwarves would know better
: Khuren simply shakes his head and looks up at the stars in the sky:
Forums
