I was in what was left of the master’s chambers when I noticed a long crack in the wall. Two weeks and we saw Finagore, the dwarven city was beneath the mountain. Anal sex We ambushed several small parties of orcs and always pulled the bodies into dark places. I stood and watched as it convulsed and slowly died. It was curved down while the blade was curved up towards the spine like my swords. We walked into the tunnel and I looked around and then up before stopping, “Gilbert?”
He looked at me when he turned and then followed my look, “a drainage tunnel from Delf.”
I nodded and glanced back down the stream and pulled my pack off and around, “think it could get us into the fortress?”
He shifted, “the ways were sealed.”
I looked at him and he grinned, “but this way may be open.”
I pulled the small grapple and light elven made rope out. One dark brother stepped out from behind a bush and I lunged and stabbed up under his chin and into his head.
