RIP: My horse. I got off to investigate a severed arm holding an orcish longsword and never saw you again.
RIP: My familiar. I've lost count of how many times you've despawned... and that time that Sabertooth Cat destroyed you while I ran as fast as I could.
RIP: My familiar. I've lost count of how many times you've despawned... and that time that Sabertooth Cat destroyed you while I ran as fast as I could.