Ten Percent Milk
And things went from Corgi to Pug very fast...
As you all awaken to the sound of a crackling fire, the sky above you is pitch black. An old robed man coughs next to a lit bonfire, which emits little heat while lighting an area larger than usual. Next to the robed figure is a backpack and scroll, along with a tome, each looking as normal as the last.
The fire crackles, and the old man rocks back and forth, not yet realizing your wakened state.
The fire crackles, and the old man rocks back and forth, not yet realizing your wakened state.
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