BH, Asylum | |
field mouse | |
A small rustling sound reveals a field mouse. | |
Tiny ebony eyes dart about the grasses as the mouse skitters along. Its body is the size of your finger, but its charcoal pelt poorly serves to hide it from the eyes of hungry predators. A furry field mouse is in an excellent condition. You attempt to peek at the inventory: You can't see anything. | |
by Ferrum , 23.12.2001 13:23 MSK |