You continue into the oasis, excited at the possibilities ahead. It seems like the area is absoultely bursting with things to find. You see a large, white equine-like creature perched on a pile of sand.
"I am Embailk," she says, busily. "I am a morphling." She looks you over, suspiciously.
You introduce yourself, but before you can finish, she cuts you off. "Leave, now. I won't let you pass."
"But, but..." you sputter, trying to figure out what's wrong. She lowers her horned head and makes ready for a charge.
"Leave now, or else!" she barks. You consider it wise to leave.
Do as Embailk Says...
Go back to Polgaeger
