Peter moves ahead, treading with care, his flashlight pointed at the path in front of them, then up in search of more broken branches. A few had bent enough to break off completely.
"You don't think it's one of those creatures that attacked the inn before, do you?"
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Date: 2018-11-30 03:16 am (UTC)"You don't think it's one of those creatures that attacked the inn before, do you?"