Oh well, didn't his mother used to sleep on a big rock in the sun when they lived in the wilderness? Didn't she lick his wounds clean when he was learning to hunt? Ehaism looks around, hoping to spot a nice stone wall in the sun where he can sprawl out and lick his own wounds.
But before he spots a good wall, he sees something that alarms him very much.
He dashes back into the temple, and asks the Orc:
Ehaism wrote:
Does this place have a back door?



