Escapadia 091108
Schmorgan swigged from the leather water pouch and then thrust it up to my lips: "Drink, for we have far to go my traitor friend." I gulped heavily and as my thirst was about to be quenched Schmorgan swiped the pouch from my mouth. The taste was so familiar. I had a sobering moment: "Schmorgan,... Sign in to see full entry.