On the Edge

Mortermon may or may not have overstayed his welcome on the outskirts of the camp. After being spotted by a wicked-looking man draped in red, the Lossoth makes a break for it. In the thick snow that currently blankets Bree-land, it is easy for him to lose his pursuers. Hiding on a small outcropping of a cliff, he waits for the half-orcs to leave, all the while thinking about those eyes. Those piercing eyes...

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