Misty Morning

[wants_the_phd]

WHO: Adventurers
WHERE: Beyond the edge of the mist
WHEN: idk, we'll figure it out later

[It's a frosty morning at the edge of the outer pasture, where some intrepid explorers are about to dive into the mist in pursuit of herbs.]

Comments

[doggonemad]

[ he SIGHS dramatically, in a way where it would probably be very difficult to take it too seriously. ]

Hahh. Fine, fine! You're the bosses.

[strateelgic]

Having more of us be bitten as we try to acquire more of the cure for those bites seems a bit counterproductive. But it's almost a given that we'll run into some kind of danger.

[doggonemad]

Heh! An' that's what I'm there for. Just make sure you all don't get lost or anythin'.

[strateelgic]

It's a fortunate skill for weeds to have, and it's good that you're taking advantage of it.

[doggonemad]

So I'm hearin'. How's this gonna work, anyway?

[strateelgic]

We all keep in physical contact with you somehow, or else we won't be able to tell one direction from another.

[doggonemad]

. . .

I got like two hands.

[strateelgic]

We'll make it work.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, yeah. Guess I'll leave the logistics up ta you.

[strateelgic]

We'll all do our best.