"Who said that?" Whoever it was, definitely wasn't a little kid, that's for sure. In fact, the guy sounded somewhere around Stocke's age... "I know you're hiding around here, so just give it up already!"
The voice was coming from somewhere around those brambles. Not that a bunch of prickly bracken would deter Rosch. The Gauntlet could be pretty useful outside of combat, and this was definitely one of those times. Lumbering closer, he swept his metallic fingers across the bracken, easily tearing aside the feeble barrier.
Lying just beyond was treeline was a huge lake how the hell had he missed something like that?! and a small campsite situated on the shoreline. So, some hermit was living out here? Someone like that would definitely know their way around! Maybe Rosch could find his way out of this godforsaken place after all!
He approached the campsite, still unable to locate the person speaking to him earlier. "Hey! You live around here? You must know the way out of the forest, right?"
wow, rude, i was waiting with jamba juice this whole time
The voice was coming from somewhere around those brambles. Not that a bunch of prickly bracken would deter Rosch. The Gauntlet could be pretty useful outside of combat, and this was definitely one of those times. Lumbering closer, he swept his metallic fingers across the bracken, easily tearing aside the feeble barrier.
Lying just beyond was treeline was a huge lake
how the hell had he missed something like that?!and a small campsite situated on the shoreline. So, some hermit was living out here? Someone like that would definitely know their way around! Maybe Rosch could find his way out of this godforsaken place after all!He approached the campsite, still unable to locate the person speaking to him earlier. "Hey! You live around here? You must know the way out of the forest, right?"