Walkabouts of the Great Wyrm: Part Four

"Timgad Atrebatos hadn’t come all the way from Sasana City just to sit in a cold, damp peat-bog on a foggy winter morning. It stank of marsh gas, and the damp had soaked through the seat of his trews. He wanted a warm fire and a flagon of spiced wine..." Walkabouts of the Great Wyrm, Part Four | @MDellertDotCom

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