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It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a Grue.
| The camp is packing up, setting for the long march to Morgana's castle. The party has decided to use the zoid as a distraction, but Arthur's men still want to see the show. |
| The familiar flash of light, followed by a cracking noise, signals another arrival. |
| A youthful, yet weary looking man, with short shaggy ruddy-brown hair, Serka is wearing a loose white tunic and loose gray leggings, with a dark gray tabard over top. A sack hangs from his belt, and a sword is on his back. No shoes does he wear, although there is an anklet on his right leg. |
| The army marches onwards, as you and your companions get in their various modes of transport. |
| Past the army though, from the air, you can see a darkness swarming along the ground. |