Agnes was sure she was screwed. In den of Drykls she went too far. She was ambushed. She barely held out, but the way was closed. Thinking of anything, she probably did regret the fact she came that far to die for nothing.
Then it flashed black and white. It appeared to be like a strange forest to Agnes, nothing but oak and cherry trees. From where she lived, there was always tree variety, pines, willows to say a few. Even bushes were on her planet. This seems a lot different than Fife... I need to get my sword ready, I can't fall for any idiocy from my part again. Drykls nearly got me killed.
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John Stalwart looked for anyone, setting up to a long journey to the living settlement. He had nothing to lose by seeking out the contacts with other people. All he needed was a medical attention to one of his legs. As well as some food and some water.
And then again, it flashed black and white. He found himself in different part of the different forest. John cursed out seeing how the two forests were not that different, devoid of sentient life. No signs of settlements, no signs of sentient life. He looked at the potion, then back at himself. If... If I'm forced to drink it just to stave out the thirst, so be it.
