Plot Post; setting change.
Grandore was walking especially slowly that day… and for what reason? Well, had he gone any faster, he would have collapsed due to his increasing dizziness. Strange, really! One would’ve guessed the inhabitants were used to the effects of Slaggers, but nope! Even the Man of Caravan was not feeling well, wandering around his quarters as he fought against vomiting.
But there was hope yet! Ahead, just among the horizons, marked an end of a road with a vast, Hume-made body of water. It didn’t necessarily mean that Cid would have to ask the Passengers for their opinions on either forging or taking a ferry across this body of water, per se (thank goodness); it simply meant that… hey, was that a tip of building? No, it was not only a building, but…
Well, look at that! It was the Beast’s Castle!
The bridge proved to be too small for Grandore to cross, so after a long day’s walk, Grandore finally stopped, plopped himself down, and open the entrance level to the Caravan.
But there was hope yet! Ahead, just among the horizons, marked an end of a road with a vast, Hume-made body of water. It didn’t necessarily mean that Cid would have to ask the Passengers for their opinions on either forging or taking a ferry across this body of water, per se (thank goodness); it simply meant that… hey, was that a tip of building? No, it was not only a building, but…
Well, look at that! It was the Beast’s Castle!
The bridge proved to be too small for Grandore to cross, so after a long day’s walk, Grandore finally stopped, plopped himself down, and open the entrance level to the Caravan.