On the wall above the barn
Rayìld found himself reaching up to wave back at the elf, but dropped his hand down into a fist, feeling foolish. Instead, he turned and focused on the undead coming out of the forest. He noticed the she-elf release the animals from the barn and pursed his lips -...
At the wall
Rayìld stood at the top of the wall, his pale eyes watching the darkness over top of the parapets. There was someone out there – someone still alive. An Elf.
Rayìld could feel the horde moving towards the town – he tried to count how many there were, but they weren’t individuals...
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