Nephi of the Book of Mormon
Laman and Lemuel won't take it so easily. A quick prayer to God. You
feal like you're walking into a pit of snakes as you move towards
Laman.
The wind feals nice as it blows the sails of your mighty ship. The
salty air smells good. No sign of a storm for miles. You turn back to
the party your elder brothers have started. You shake your head sadly,
and realize it's time to brake it up.
