Re: Caravan to Al Menir
In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 708):
The great hound starts sniffing at one of the dead bandits, and then at the ground. He lifts his head and howls, a deep, mournful, penetrating sound that raises the hair on the back of your necks, and makes the mules buck and roll their eyes, froth forming on their lips.
The hound looks over its shoulder at Berry, then lopes up the path, pausing now and again to sniff.