> Follow the arrows they must be there for a reason.
You feel an overwhelming urge to follow the arrows, almost as though a vast portion of some kind of audience were urging you towards that option.
Well, you’re never one to ignore random impulse! You bid a fond farewell to the moonitaur and her baby, and set off in the direction that the arrows point you in.
You feel an overwhelming urge to follow the arrows, almost as though a vast portion of some kind of audience were urging you towards that option.
Well, you’re never one to ignore random impulse! You bid a fond farewell to the moonitaur and her baby, and set off in the direction that the arrows point you in.