[He draws a throwing knife from his coat and moves towards the dragon hovering in the air. He palms the knife. It’s painted black so the blade doesn’t shine.
Ahead of them the path winds between the patches of edible mushrooms. It leads to what looks like a hazy stretch of the path with mushrooms thick on either side. Dellingr has shrunk to the size of a falcon as he soars above.
Something moves in the haze. If one looks the haze is full of particles. A fine spray of spores.]
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[He draws a throwing knife from his coat and moves towards the dragon hovering in the air. He palms the knife. It’s painted black so the blade doesn’t shine.
Ahead of them the path winds between the patches of edible mushrooms. It leads to what looks like a hazy stretch of the path with mushrooms thick on either side. Dellingr has shrunk to the size of a falcon as he soars above.
Something moves in the haze. If one looks the haze is full of particles. A fine spray of spores.]