/~* A Scroll Tale™ *~\
Choose Your Own
Freakishly horrified by the many eyes in the trees, I ran like the little coward I was back towards the ocean. However, unexpectedly I was lifted away from the ravenous pack of rats into the air. I thought I was safe until I looked up and saw my savior, and giant eagle/rat hybrid. He carried me for several hundred yards until I looked down and read a large sign saying, "Feeding Grounds." At this I swallowed deeply and cursed my indecisiveness and poor boating skills.
Partly because of your stupidity and partly because of horribly bad luck, you now have the privilege of helping Jeremy complete his plans by providing his 3rd legion with some much needed provisions. Don't worry, it's not that bad.... well... I guess it is, nevermind.