Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32339712-20170620061713/@comment-24934423-20170624013056

The Wurm stops as she looks back to Victor with that same curious look on her face. She is definitely listening, but there does seem to be a disconnect somewhere.

"Oh, it didn't just take the arrow," the hunter continues, "the thing didn't even penetrate its skin! That was no Lamia, it was a bloody Earth Dragon! Those things can level cities, forest, and even mountains if it finds something it wants, and what those want more than anything is human blood!"

A grave expression spreads across his face as he adds, "As soon as I saw that arrow fail to cripple it, I gave myself up for dead. It should've known where I was well before I was withing fifty yards from it, and yet, it either didn't somehow know or it didn't care. There's only one thing that could make it dismiss its kind's favorite thing."

"And do you know what that is?"