Chuffy had wandered off for quite some time. He'd picked his nose. He'd gone for a walk to walk off the pain of his scraping wound. He pondered and hissed at himself and hated and plotted alone. He'd stayed far behind the group and took extra care to stay quiet, even from his broodling.
Now the charcoaled bugger was near.
Watch it! Watch it!
The voice of his broodling...
Sorry for the lapse just not enough post time something had to give! We be goblins and Chuffy be back! Put me on the map where you wish Bran (in the back) and I'll be ready to Huff and Puff and Chuf!
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.