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OOC>>>Very smart gaming there, Morgie! Very smart!
Myron...Myron...My...!!!
Although Brendon's body was partially paralyzed by the fear of the grave, his mind still wandered and worked...trying to find a way out of this, and all he could think of was Myron...Myron...magic...Letter...Myron's letter of the Hunger...he knew how to stop it...he told us...He told us...HE TOLD US!
He looked over at Rhianneth, who was still looking his way, she now desparing for his own weaknesses in this battle.
He tried to speak to her and the dragon both.
"He told us...letter...Myron said thun...thunder...storm....light...n..ing!!! Light...Rhian...stor...there!"
He pointed in the direction of the Druid who he had yet to even meet, but assumed she was with the dragon and that she was an ally since she was facing of against the Hunger that was being risen from it's slumber in the ground. He then took a little courage in his heart from this revelation and was able to twist around and get the backpack off of his back to begin searching through it for something of use before the other wolves and giants appeared. Saithele had left some of his belongings behind and Brendon hoped that there might be something in this pack he overlooked.
OOC>>>Brendon wants Rhianneth to attempt some type of lightning or storm attack that would aid the Druid in fighting the Hunger that is befalling her. He knows that it was their main goal, not wasting time with the wolves or giants, though a big enough storm might keep the giants at bay for a little while so they can deal with one problem at a time.
Meanwhile, his excitement in the discovery of this idea has leant him enough strength to tear into his backpack and search for a clue in Saithele's left-behind stuff. He has laid the arrow down that was in his hand to do so, of course.
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