On the high seas, seeking adv~enture!

[Dracos]

It was indeed chilly for this southern region...the hairs on the back of Craig's neck standing up...almost a ghostly breeze passing before his eyes somewhere ahead, watching.

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[Olvelsper]

"Huh. Odd." Craig shook it off as he kept walking onwards, checking his map every once in a while, even as he thumbed his knives' hilts. "Get ready guys, something seems to be foul in the air."

[Zenthor]

"Really?  I thought that feeling was just because we were coming up on a concentration of elves, and that was how they smelled."  He muttered with a smirk beneath his mask as he readied some ice spells.  One forest a year was about his limit for destruction, after all.

[Dracos]

Nothing appeared for them to bear their discontent upon but the chill in the air grew worse.

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[Olvelsper]

"Trust me, it isn't any worse than a coven of wizards. Hoo boy, I wonder if learning how to shower forced the knowledge of the wonderful thing called 'showering' out of their heads?" Craig retorted as he continued pressing on.

[Zenthor]

Zack blinked.  "Leave it to an elf to butcher the sense out of the English language," he sighed, pressing on, looking over his shoulder every once in a while.  "So, how far are we from Elfland now, anyhow?"

[Dracos]

Craig had...no idea!

But he could check the map.  And by guessing, it looked like they were a day to go from the castle.

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