Turn in the Path
Here the road turns away from a well protected series of iron garrisons to the
west. Large, brutish trollocs armed with warhammers stand guard, preventing
all but their brethren from passing by. On the door lies a sigil depicting a
crescent moon, painted in fresh crimson blood.
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A mud covered trolloc stands here.
HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
sex trolloc
You sex A mud covered trolloc up.
HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Should the "A" be capitolized here?