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Post by REESE HADLEY on Mar 25, 2012 0:36:47 GMT -5
If there ever was a reason to get the hell out of Illusia, it was the fog. Not only was it so thick and dark that it blotted out the sun, but breathing it could cause you to choke. Still, if nothing else, the darkness could be an ally of those that didn't want to be noticed. As Reese walked his hand came to rest absentmindedly to rest on the hilt of his sword. It also paid to be alert. Not that he was particularly expecting an attack either. Nor was he headed anyplace in particular. Just then his stomach gave a gurgle. Nourishment it was. Thankfully Reese knew this street fairly well and knew there was a stand that sold 'meat sticks' near the end of it.
Paying for it wasn't a problem and soon enough he was on his away again and appeasing his stomach at the same time.
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