Crock Jon does not like these caverns. In a ring, it's a fair fight -- you can see the other guy, and hit each other until one of you falls. These enemies are eerie: they poke their heads out, their smell rattles you to your bones, and then they disappear in the darkness.
He knows he's just here as a porter, because his uncle wasn't fit to go on. He wants to do his job well, but he can't get over how disconcerting this whole adventure has become. Now the ground is gibing way to puddles. Something in the back of his head tells him that holes like this happen with limestone, thoguh he does not know what good that knowledge will do him.
He knows he's just here as a porter, because his uncle wasn't fit to go on. He wants to do his job well, but he can't get over how disconcerting this whole adventure has become. Now the ground is gibing way to puddles. Something in the back of his head tells him that holes like this happen with limestone, thoguh he does not know what good that knowledge will do him.
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