Rogues Gallery

The Meeting
Here Rabbit, Rabbit...ah! Quicksand!

“Mmmm, rabbit. Come to Phoenix. Ahh! Damn Stirges!” I was stumbling through the fetid swamps of Greywash Mire, in search of food and safety. I found neither on the hot, grimy morning. “Where all these things come from? Where rabbit go? Ah, there he is!” Then a splash. “Stupid swamp. Who put quicksand in middle of road!?!”


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