The Dark Below
“What about you, Lutas? When this is all over, what do you want to do?”
The elf’s eyes leer over to the others at the long table. The male looks over into his soup and courses his eyes along the contents of it. There is mushrooms, celery, cabbage, and carrots. Lutas never really liked veggies but he manages to gather enough preparation to grip the tail end of the spoon, fill the palm of the tensional up and render the amalgamation along his lips and slurping it down. In a slow manner, he sets the spoon down and tries his best to keep down the food that he deems unwanted. As soon as the wave of unpleasantries pass his tastebuds, he looks over to Troy. “Was going to start off as a hunter. See
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