Snippet #2379977

Whisp
Slowly Whisp's eyes open to the sight of the sun rising above the horizon. Yawning Whisp looks around and whispers below his breath a incoherent phrase. The wind bringing ominous tidings of war to his ear, the wind from the people not staring at him for
sleeping in the middle of the road that is. Getting up quickly he turns startling the onlookers and then spinning away he starts turning in circles not knowing which way to go. "Enough" a thought echoes through his mind with alarmingly commanding tone.

Back in control of himself Whisp mutters "Well I need to go back to camp to double check if this is true and if it is what we are going to do about it." Starting the half of day walk through the desert to the camp Whisp realizes one thing; he forgot to eat before he left the town. Every step a challenge he finally drags himself to the guild camp at noon and then with a sigh of relief and a grumbling stomach he collapses at the gate.