the bard's last note

Ships did not come close to the Armada shore, and though the mist left its approach subtle, the sharp eyes of his bird caught the gist of something moving. By the time Basilisk made his careful approach to the sands, he could see the hint of a ship on the horizon. Sailing away. He frowned, unnerved by the strange occurrence - until Larimar caught his attention with a tug on his ear, and indicated the sandy wolf making a break through Armada territory. Clearly heading for the other side.

Whatever his intentions, Basilisk didn’t intend to let him slip by. He sent Orso to scoop up whatever the wolf had left behind on the beach. Basilisk himself fell into a ground eating loop, one that intended to cut off the intruder from his exit. Exhausted and sick as he was, there was a chance he might fail.


"Basilisk"