The Wreck of the Harmonious Spirit (D&D 3.5 IC)

[Yas392]

"Skar, Utra, the floor is yours."

Djin strips any other weapon he can see on the orc and looks at the darken skies, taking his liquid sunlight neckie out to illuminate the surroundings.

"Light's gone out. Now, where do we set up camp? Maybe in a cavern if we are lucky."