It... it almost fits too well.
A dark and foreboding bog in the lowlands. Thick mist and the smell of rot in the air. A chill creeping up your swamp. Then you hear it, a whisper like the crunch of an onion.
"It's all ogre for you."
A dark and foreboding bog in the lowlands. Thick mist and the smell of rot in the air. A chill creeping up your swamp. Then you hear it, a whisper like the crunch of an onion.
"It's all ogre for you."