Fliers fly, no issue. Thanks for nothing.
>>5157498Lum, using his sixth sense discovers a well hidden line of ledges downward, with fewer misfortunes hanging around them than on the sheer faces Everyone makes it down when...
A smeargle approaches from town, riding on the back of a large tropius with what can only be described as a pink demon with six disembodied arms…
“Halt! Present permission to enter Gangstar Gulch or be fired upon!