Chowlett
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As the mountain approaches, Glade cannot help by stare at in in awe. This far east, the jungle below is thicker and lusher than any even he has seen; and the juxtaposition between that and the majestic mountain fortress is truly mind-bending.
Del's words shake him from his reverie. Leaning forwards as well, Glade scratches behind Fat Cat Bus's ear in reassurance. "This is not my country, my friend. I suggest you follow Del's advice."
He looks somewhat wistfully at the untracked forest below. "I shall tread that later. If Sol Invictus wishes it, at least", he murmurs.
Del's words shake him from his reverie. Leaning forwards as well, Glade scratches behind Fat Cat Bus's ear in reassurance. "This is not my country, my friend. I suggest you follow Del's advice."
He looks somewhat wistfully at the untracked forest below. "I shall tread that later. If Sol Invictus wishes it, at least", he murmurs.