((Sure)) The group comes to a halt in front of some large bushes. Ebony raises her sword and hacks through them. “When do we get to Tersa?” she asks Scarlet. Scarlet shrugs. “In about half a mile, I guess.”
Hypnos gasps and lets out a muffled scream, but quickly calms down. The earth below the manticore's rear legs cracks and half of his body starts falling in while Hypnoa slowly makes the pit deeper bit alo more narrow.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain
