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Borta followed Chris up the stairs then went to his own room and rummaged around in the scattered bedsheets, nightshirts and pages of music and verse until he found his travel bag. He quickly strapped on his vambrace and chainmail, then pulled on his battered coat and boots. His belt clicked...

Saarg blinked as it tried to adjust its eyes to the darkness. The slime's night vision was limited, but Saarg was still able to make out the area around it. Not that that helped at all, as all the shapes and items it saw simply baffled the slime more. There were several more towering rectangles...

Borta glanced up insuprise as the she-wolf Keidran he vaguely remembered from the other night dropped something onto the table. He half turned to question her, but as she continued moving, he guessed she didn't really want to converse about...whatever was going on. The old wolf loooked at the...

Saarg slowed its pace. Just as it has suspected, this was some kind of nest for the light weilders, and judging by the huge number of these peculiar squares, there were lots of them. Saarg had planned to sneak inside, look around, collect as much information as it could about these giants, then...

Well, I'm still interested, if that helps?

Saarg was perplexed. Had it...what? This had ever happened before. One moment it had been dark, painful and silent, then the next...this. It ws likthe slime hadn't been...there, in its own body, for a brief moment. Saarg didn't ike this. Fortunately, the pain had diminished, and to the slime's...

Saarg was unsre about the strange noises the beast above it was making. It wasn't even sure if the creature was truly...the slime floundered for the proper term...living? It moved and made noise, and like all other living things it seemed intent on Saarg's death, but it was made of inorganic...

"...I was wondering if you could fill me in on anything of importance that happened?" Borta tapped his teth as he racked his brain for any memory of the past evening, but ended up drawing a more or less total blank. All of a sudden, it clicked in the back of his head: Faces, fights...

Saarg was most perplexed by the varying hues of light and also by the sheer size of the world the slime found itself in. The huge squares it was now approaching were at towering structures. The slime froze as a thought struck it: Maybe they were nests for the light weilders? Saarg spent a few...

Borta glanced up at the human, trying to put a name to the face. The past couple of days had been a bit of a blur...Borta decided to play it safe, manners cost you nothing and being friendly earned you intrest. Borta smiled at the man and nodded to the seat "You're most welcome" he nodded...

Saarg panted for air, turning and looking for the creature that had been chasing it. It had fled back the way Saarg had come from and now it seemed to have fallen prey to one of those huge, light eyed creatures., Saarg was in no state to go and try to steal prey from such mighty beasts...

Saarg stared at the creature, both sizing it up and judging the distance between the two of them. It was far enough away that Saarg would probably be able to make an escape, or at least clamber up a wall out of harm's way. The slime slowly eased itself into a coiled stance, cocking its head back...

Borta woke feeling completely refreshed. After the blur of activity the previous night, a good sleep had done his old bones a world of good. Splashing cold water on his face froma nearby basin, Borta tried to recall the night's events. He assumed the ale he'd drunk was significantly stronger...

The slime was completely intrigued by the little strands, their smell and delicate appearance was so new and novel Saarg was simply incapable of leaving them alone. Try as it might, the slime simply couldn't force its head into the gap between the spikes to reach them. Saarg began growing...