Leatherhead
Possibly a Idiot.
“'Darkest earth?'” Plool apprehensively quoted the dead man, while watching the corpse before him being melded back into one lump of flesh by the dirt itself. “I think” he reasoned “we have to get these... things... away from this ground!”
Plool's body moves instinctively as he formulates a plan. Peeling away from the rebuilt slave, he vaults over the boulder to pick up the dropped spear, then makes his way to the cliff edge.
“Oh please let this work.” He mutters, before taking a deep breath and shouting “OY! IS THIS IMPORTANT, ROT-BREATH?”
Plool's body moves instinctively as he formulates a plan. Peeling away from the rebuilt slave, he vaults over the boulder to pick up the dropped spear, then makes his way to the cliff edge.
“Oh please let this work.” He mutters, before taking a deep breath and shouting “OY! IS THIS IMPORTANT, ROT-BREATH?”
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