11-17-2020, 12:13 AM
Sumayl just grunts. He leans down on his saddle, completely sideways, to grab the rope again and sits up to ties it to his saddlehorn.
"We shall see."
"I suggest you tie off, this fog has gotten so thick in places that it is the only reason we are still together."
"Also feel free to keep up the prattle. At least it let's us know where you are."
"We shall see."
"I suggest you tie off, this fog has gotten so thick in places that it is the only reason we are still together."
"Also feel free to keep up the prattle. At least it let's us know where you are."
