Bardoodle Floof

First Signs of Evil Bardoodle Floof

The look on her face spoke volumes. "Would I mind what? Carrying the severed head of a dead demon out of a cave?" There was a brief pause. "Yes, Harvey. Of course I would mind." With that she was gone. This was not the day Harvey had expected. It started pretty well: pleasant company; an easy climb to the top of the butte; some down time practicing his magic. He even ran into some old friends. Then came the damsels in distress. And the killing. And the demons. The hunter was dead now, and Harvey was left with questions... and an evil orb. He would find his answers at the top of the mountain. Tomorrow would be another day - another day of monsters and demons.