It is I Fatooie! Some may know me as a prophet, To others a smuggler.
It is I Fatooie! Some may know me as a prophet, To others a smuggler.
But there is one thing I have to tell you, Ranger.
Prophecies should be cryptic and no one can understand them. They have to rhyme like this:
Day Of Death
When all of our saddles have Dyes
The hero shall rise
When someone took all of my Pies
The hero shall rise.
That is the beginning to the heroβs conquest. Found in deinonychus soon!