[center][h2][color=#00ff66]Jase the Assassin (Mosslit  Crew)[/color][/h2]
[h3] ??? — ??? Forest[/h3][/center]
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"What fresh hell is this?" Jase demanded in a whisper, loathed to wake the griffon now curled up in the cavern where the chest was. This blade he carried was practically useless against the creatures of this place. So why did he have it? What this some sort of game, meant to entertain whatever brought them here? Why not give him guns? Better yet, why stick him out here in the wilderness, instead of some city?

"Status," he said quietly, backing away from the cavern towards the entrance. The way out seemed narrow, was there another exit?

There it was, the private messaging tool. If only this thing had a map.

'Nyana,' he typed in. 'what is your situation?'