The Ole Dragon Dungeon Market
The Ole Dragon Dungeon Market
Shuffling through the remains of the charred village
Massive stone blocks stand tall, majestic ruins
The Ole Dragon Dungeon Market
hidden among the rubble, bones, cleavers and daggers and steins are layered in ash
reins now brittle wrap the post, barrels scattered about
a scorched sign peering out “Pit” portrays an arrow
that has now lost its way, irony.
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