JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
As if changing his mind, Pinpehlu returns to the bags he just dropped, and rummages inside. After a few seconds he holds up his flask of oil and a piece of cloth. Then he looks around the room for something that could be used as a torch when combined with this; a length of wood or something similar. Once he has found what he's looking for, the porter wraps the cloth around it and douses the stuff in oil.
"I will make fire," he explains, "It may help to scare them off."
Then he turns to Subotai. "Friend, do you think your words of justice can sway the spiders? Or perhaps a promise of painful rebuke?"
"I will make fire," he explains, "It may help to scare them off."
Then he turns to Subotai. "Friend, do you think your words of justice can sway the spiders? Or perhaps a promise of painful rebuke?"
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