Valik SIlvereye

……….2007,2008,2009. The priest counted off his steps through the murky slime that passed for ground in this hellish place. His eyes which could penetrate even the blackest night, couldn’t see more than a few feet through the choking gray smoke that apparently covered this whole cursed plane. His once bright white cloak had been quickly dulled to the same bland gray that covered everything else here. From time to time he could glimpse the barbed …

…dragon, there is a dragons hoard. The thought of treasure making his silver eye sparkle. He looked over to where his magic blade had fallen from his grasp and stared at it suspiciously for a moment wondering if it might be causing his nightmares. Shaking his head he sheathed the blade which sparked to life at his touch. With another long sigh he bent down over his still unconscious friend and muttered a healing prayer.