‘I don’t like the look of those clouds.’ Ilgrin did as he’d been told and hurried after the human. The great whisp cloud sat dauntingly above them, purple flashes of sheet lightning intermittently draining what little light remained in the sky. ‘Surely we must be close,’ Ilgrin replied, fatigued from weeks in flight and the constant walking thereafter. ‘I could fly the rest of the way.’ ‘My associates are in the cliffs up there,’ Jakob murmured, ‘but I only know how to get there on foot. Watch out!’ ‘What?’ Ilgrin gasped in surprise as he felt his foot becoming tangled in a vine. ‘It’s just a patch of weeds,’ he reassured Jakob, but when he tried to get free the vine only tightened further. ‘What is this?’ ‘These are the kinds of things you have to watch out for in Old World,’ Jakob stated, the irritation clear in his voice. ‘Whisps have infested these lands for hundreds of years. Most things are mutilated--corrupted in some way or another. If you wish to survive this place, you have to live by the assumption that everything is trying to kill you.’ ‘Get it off me,’ Ilgrin said nervously as the vine elongated and began snaking around his body in increasingly tightening circles.
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