Acidic rain drips to the packed earth, flowing through roofs once shoddy and patchworked but now covered by - well, he doesn't want to know what. Old wooden doors yawn wide-open, revealing uncomfortably dark hallways. But the sky isn't cracking, things aren't floating, and Gwerful feels ever-so-slightly more normal. Things watch from the porches - he hesitates to call them dragons - and children play in the street, watched over by a kindly-looking Mirror. This is who Gwerful approached, holding a wing over his head to shield himself from - what rain? there is no rain.
No rain, in this desert town
Gwereful could feel himself, as if from far, far away, begin to change
Apparel needed:
Haunted Flame Cloak
Dire Kelpie Mane
Learned Sage Lanterns
Raven Woodmask






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