The elf rolled over again, murmuring some more. "Tomorrow.. we'll go... maybe soon... come back, we're not ready... no!" The last word was almost a shout, and he awoke, startled. 'Snaga' sat up, then sluggishly fell upon the dirt again. He whimpered, then vomited out a black fluid along with grainy brown objects, then sat erect, glancing towards Thengise.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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