Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627072353/@comment-26517142-20191020021622

Piasou clasps her hands together, a light of interest in her eyes. "I would... but it appears we are reaching the font of our little quest."

The moment the Clowin spoke of this, Tenasee feels a wave of foul energy waft past him, nearly snuffing the candles of the Cove in passing. Up ahead.. past the haze emerged a kind of darkness that he couldn't really see the full appearance of.

...the Badlands.