The EveningFall road seems unnaturally quiet as the last of the Dire Wolf guard pack breathes it’s last. The smell of Orc fires swirls through the trees, reminding you that the road ahead is in enemy hands…an enemy that is now without it’s Dire patrol.
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The EveningFall road seems unnaturally quiet as the last of the Dire Wolf guard pack breathes it’s last. The smell of Orc fires swirls through the trees, reminding you that the road ahead is in enemy hands…an enemy that is now without it’s Dire patrol.