Arawil stormed off after her confrontation with Dykoria. What had started as her own personal vendetta had morphed into a child's walking party, and she was not happy about the change. She did not trust this necromancer. Those who deal with the dead seldom are good companions to the living.
Still fuming, she swung herself into a nearby tree, within seconds reaching the top. Suddenly, something caught her eye. "I see smoke!" she called down to her companions. "Green smoke to the south!"
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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