06-10-2018, 11:42 PM
Mordus looked at the women.
“I don’t know if I’m alive, that’s why I asked if I was dead.”
Mordus got to his feet and stowed the orb in his small satchel. He’d need a new bag. Something that could hold his stuff and not be a hinderence. In ancient times the Azeroth house linked small bags to alternate planes. A bag of holding they were called, though if they existed here he didn’t know. Why was he thinking so far ahead? Because some part of him sensed that he was still alive, and it made him angry.
“I don’t know if I’m alive, that’s why I asked if I was dead.”
Mordus got to his feet and stowed the orb in his small satchel. He’d need a new bag. Something that could hold his stuff and not be a hinderence. In ancient times the Azeroth house linked small bags to alternate planes. A bag of holding they were called, though if they existed here he didn’t know. Why was he thinking so far ahead? Because some part of him sensed that he was still alive, and it made him angry.