May 31 2019, 07:11 PM
The dog trotted, stiff-legged, towards the tunnel, feeling his eyes droop. Casting Magic always took a toll on him, and he was growing tired. Only a bit more, he reminded himself, and he could rest. Turn in these stones and nap until everyone else brought in theirs, as well.
Casting out his Magic without thinking, he was brought up short as he sensed Magic nearly directly under him. He stopped, and began to dig, finally unearthing a Gemstone. Dropping his head, he took it between his teeth with a huff--how many Gemstones were in Polaris, anyway?
F: 1
P: 2
M: 1