Something in the air was not good today.
Morlock looked around and knew.
He felt it, felt the unrest.
Today was going to be the day.
The day that changed Cheyrse.
Walking down the cobblerstoned road,
hearing his footsteps echo,
he was mentally preparing himself
for what was to come.
Usually he liked to remain distant
but today that was not possible.
Potions stocked up
ready for the battle to come.
was sure to take it's toll.
But a cleric's work is never done.
But this was different this time,
for this battle was for his home.
He only hoped his magic
would be strong enough
to save them all.