Wastes of Shello - Group 2

[Jack Mann]

Taraliel climbed carefully onto the back of the bullthing. He nudged its sides, and it moved forward. As it did so, its hooves left the deck, rising up. It moved much more swiftly than something of its bulk should have been capable of, trotting on air.

Taraliel called out softly to the others. "I do-hope that... everyone is prepared to-run if it be...comes necessary. If we are... attacked, then go-swiftly, and they may not... give pursuit. If it is... who I am thinking, then-we may be dealing with... necromancers. Possibly servants... of their god." He shuddered. "But I may... be-wrong. Paranoid. It does... get to-you, when you-must hide."