The Stalking Garg

Ritter smelled the garg long before he heard it moving slowly through the forest. Absently, he wondered if gargs thought people smelled as bad as they did. He was breaking camp, so he continued, pretending to be oblivious to the stalking creature. His sword was ready, and he could use the few coins its head would bring in the next town. Some cunning woman could probably use the eyes and brain for poisons - or love potions. It was all silliness to Ritter. Coins were real. Potions were just a way to help people believe whatever they wanted to believe. /// Copyright (Check out Mick's Fantasy and Sci-Fi Emporium for my curated list of goodies to satisfy your LARP and cosplay pleasure. Look for the latest DISCOUNT codes from my partners.)