made her way deeper into the swamps, the pain in
her leg made her progress difficult. A hot pain ran
up her leg with each step. Trying hard to get closer
to the keep, which now by the looks of it, she had
forgotten just where it was, she continued to talk to
Othello.
" Ok boy, you see if you can find Sabre and Myst. I
just know they will feed you a nice big venison
steak."
Othello stayed right next to her, not wanting to let his
mistress outta his sight. When Krys stopped to rest,
Othello laid next to her, his snout resting on her good
leg.
A noise in the bushes just behind them made
Krys jump and looks back. Praying it wasn't the two
orcs who followed her into the swamp earlier, Krys
picked up the dog not wanted another confrontation she
knew she couldn't win. Slipping back into the murky
water, Krys carried Othello along. She only hoped she
would find the keep before too much longer. The pain in
her leg becoming almost to much to bear....
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