An Old Friend.
At first the going was easy. The ground was baked earth, flat and hard and the temperature was almost pleasant. As the morning progressed though, the sun rose higher in the sky and the heat began to take its toll on the travellers. They stopped more frequently to rest and swig from their diminishing water supplies. Narg asked about the temperature spell Shogun had cast back in the castle of Hells, but the wizard shrugged and said he had failed to memorize it the last time he had rested. “Were it not for the urgency of our task I would travel at night,” muttered Narg, wiping his brow for the millionth time. Serime, travelling alongside, merely grunted. Her leather amour was undone and hanging loose, with the white tunic underneath clinging to her body in a most satisfying way. Nar
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