Why do I have the feeling I'm missing something...again? Oh, wait. *clicks own link in the previous sentence* Noooo, STILL pretty sure I'm missing something. Hmm. You know, if we stick around Minas Tirith any longer, they're going to make us help re-paint or something. >.<
...and I just realized that I've never had a girlfriend. Bother.
Wait, what, whoa, Artamir's going out to kill something? Alone? I don't like this. I have an urge to sneak out after him, but that has a tendency to, uh, backfire. Badly. o.o
*panic*panic*panic*panic*panic*panic*panic* No, I have no idea where my sister is. How could you tell? *PANIC*PANIC*PANIC*deepbreath*PANIC*PANIC*PANIC*PANIC*
I'm alive! I'm alive again! I'm...i'm...oh. I guess this is where I died. Um. *gross squishing sucking noises* Well. Thing I've Learned Today: The Dead Marshes are very cold, very wet, and very sticky. It's getting dark. And I think "home" is southish.