People will tell you that running is good for the heart and the soul; they're full of shit. Jogging, going nowhere and just exercising, is good for the body, at least.
Running while worrying about what you're going to find at the end of your run? That doesn't refresh Sanity or Serenity. It isn't FUN.
And yet I purchased two additional uses of [Fleet of Foot], just to keep up.
<Faster!> the spider would repeat, <Faster!>. I'm not sure whether to encourage me or herself, at this point.
Hm? Oh, spider sweat smells as bad as human sweat. The carnivore musk really doesn't need to be mixed with salt and extruded through the skin. Their hairs become wet and matted, and like any furry animal...
Ah, I see. Nice distraction.
But no, in a time where most of the credible woodsmen had been conscripted into the army, we were left with the dregs.
That might be Narrow Valley's unofficial motto, We're Left With the Dregs.
This was seat of pants writing; literally the outline called for [Taunt] into traps. Which isn't bad, but people tend to stop running around blindly after the second trap.
And, as may have actually been shown, more of them have the [Bandit] class than [Baron]. But Green Horse Lumber Bandits just happens to sound more sinister.
As always, thank you for your continued readership; writing daily has been helping me to set a regular schedule.