Thursday, April 10, 2014
100 Words a Day 585
Grok inhaled deeply and placed his hands on the tunnel wall. He exhaled slowly and felt the veins of ore running through the rock; there was a rich seam. He opened his eyes and marked the spot so the miners would know to make the next cut there. After returning his chalk to his pouch he wiped his hand on his robe, leaving an infrared dust smudge on the smooth fabric. The small goblin moved down the tunnel, searching for the next vein. A small ooze trailed after him. It appeared bright purple to his darkvision. Its name was Glop.