Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Evans paused where he stood, looking over at Greyston. He was dealing with one of the last monsters, but wanted to wait for any further action to assure he knew what Greyston wanted to do.
Bael leaned forward slightly, raising his eyebrows. He followed the strange ghost and her zombie a step or two. "Seriously? I didn't think zombies had the capacity to learn." He shot a look at the zombie, amused.
Bael leaned forward slightly, raising his eyebrows. He followed the strange ghost and her zombie a step or two. "Seriously? I didn't think zombies had the capacity to learn." He shot a look at the zombie, amused.