by Knight Errant » Fri Sep 09, 2011 3:25 pm
Dact stares at the pendant... shrugs, and slips it around his neck with the other protective amulets and pendants he has under his armor! He then goes around back... looking for a back entrance to the jewlry shop.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.