Role

Chapter 3

Padding along the mountain trail under the scraggly boughs and trees,
a putrid stench arises to Mrreish's nostrils. Not from the swamp to
the north, but further than that, carried by the Great Northern WInd.
Wrinkling his nose he recognizes the smell. Arkham. While a strong
hatred of all cities is within this cat, cities like Galadon, Hamsah,
Udgaard, it is not their time yet. More careful errosion is needed
for these to be razed. But Arkham... these people live in fear when
the fog rolls through the city.They are weak and beaten, and Mrreish
wants it razed to the ground, nothing left but ashes so new saplings
may eventually grow.