The bound tiger soon loosed its fetters, securing an ostial blade, from the prior tryst with Orchid. Following the rodent, the pong of smoldering ash reeked outside the tent, familiar in its foreign aroma of the investigator’s pipe. Such a foul tang instilled a treacherous evanescence in both the wilder and its louse of a guide, forcing intermittent hesitations in their hushed exodus. The paladin and druid, exploiting dusk’s curtain and the distraction of heaven’s luminaries, eventually traipsed the schlepping Krets, smoke and all. The glowering fumes crackled embers near the hopping rat, as the duo scurried under the cover of Judgement. The wings shrewdly beating its verdict of innocence towards Leosin, like a soft gavel indulging in the forgiving nature of the wind, as the adopted wardens of Greenest with its champion soon arrived upon the shackled monk.