“I have a waterskin with almost half a liter of water.”Kotar answered to Qidira while moving in the direction of his gear. Just then he noticed that he needed to put the whole backpack and its contents to dry. I’ve lost myself in the meditation, he thought to himself, taking the skin to the table.“May melt the snow to refill it later, though.”
It was a common thing to do in Eiselcross. The Anakalathai used to say it was safer than to drink from just any body of water. It was certainly easy to find snow than to find a pond or lake.
“At this point I just hope we don’t get bad weather.” He said taking the backpack to the front of the hearth and emptying it. “A little bit more of fog in a day will be enough to cost us hours, maybe days.”
And there was also the ice over the water, the always present risk of a storm or the attack of a beast. Things he decided to forget as he took seat and start to eat. Both dried fruit and cheese tasted delicious to him. Well, they say hunger is the best seasoning. And he was starving.
Brandon helps Qidira with the food in the kitchen, trying to clean up the mess he made with the dishes during his clumsy attempt to search the cabin. He enjoys the meal and offers his own waterskin to the group as well, careful to fill it back up with the water from the snow they melt. “Well done, little one” he congratulates Qidira “I imagine your finds will come in handy during the journey ahead, especially the sled”
He joins Kotar in laying out his armor and gear, getting comfortable for the night ahead, and cleaning and maintaining the chain shirt and sword. He stares into the fire, lost in his own thoughts for a moment.
“Durnham has the best interests of the children in mind, but I fear the dangers of the voyage and the unknown that awaits them in Eiselcross, even should we be successful in finding a cure. Still, it must be up to their parents to decide.” He turns to Kotar “Thin sheets...sounds like the weather and the land will be among our biggest enemies in the search, or are there others that walk the lands that will threaten us?”
"It appears from that book that a centaur looks like the upper body of a human but at the hips is connected like a neck to the body of a horse. There are many pictures in that book. I don't know whether to believe they exist or not and the author doesn't sound like they've ever had any direct observation of the creatures themselves, just studied other materials on them." Then looking around at the other clothing and gear lain out before the fire, sets any of her own out to dry as needed. Having the extra set leaves her with some things to wear, but she will drape anything even slightly damp out leaving herself lightly dressed in front of the fire. The others might note various markings on her body of a very rough life to this point, but the scars have long since stopped bothering her.
If the first water isn't needed for drinking, she'll pour it into a separate container to use as wash water putting it in a private area as needed for freshening up, doing so herself later. Then refill the pot again with more snow to melt, slipping into some of Urgon's old clothes to do so. Returning with the pot full of snow and placing it back on the hearth, she looks over the clothing that she's wearing and takes out her sewing kit, stitching up areas to make it fit better to her slighter frame. Then finally curling up not too far from the fire and falling asleep completely at peace in the company and warmth she's found herself in.
Imryll gives Durnham a long stroke on his arm as she pulls away and says “Come on, we got the bed in your old room set up for you. Drop off your bags and get settled, I’ll bring you some supper. Your dad – erm, Oskar – is in his study, he’d love to see you before you turn in"
***
The cabin is pleasantly warm thanks to the fire, and the four other party members are soon slumbering peacefully.
@Brandon:
You wake suddenly and sit up, looking around you in a state of confusion. You are alone in the burned-out skeleton of a building, with faint wisps of smoke still snaking up from dying embers. The air is filled with the aftermath of battle; clangs of weapons being piled up, murmers of soldiers planning mass pyres, the calls of scavengers circling in the sky above. It is oddly familiar.
You stand carefully, making sure that your shaking legs will support you, then make your way slowly to the edge of the building – what would once have been a window – and look out to a large courtyard and the sights to match the noises. A great battle has taken place here – or maybe a massacre. It looks so familiar.
“Memory” says a strange voice in your head. You turn to look for a source and see a raven perched on a smoldering beam. You hear yourself say “What?”
“It’s your memory, Brandon. You’ve been here before. Haven’t you?”
Of course you have. It’s Ashguard Garrison, site of your greatest shame. Your stomach lurches as you remember still images of the battle, your cowardice, your failure. As the soldiers in the courtyard continue their grim task, you turn to the raven and say “Why am I back here? I never wanted to be back here”
The raven stares at you with one eye, its head turned to the side, and suddenly transforms into the form of a tall female in black clothing and a white porcelain mask as she says:
“Because you have to remember, Brandon. That’s the bargain”
As soon as she says the word ‘bargain’ there is a loud explosion inside your head and your eyes snap open. You are in Urgon’s cabin, soaked in sweat, your comrades sleeping soundly in the darkness around you.
As he walks into his room Durnham can’t help but smile. This was his home... as much as any place since his parents had died... but it wasn’t the home of his childhood. He couldn’t help but feel excited and happy, yet the logical part of his mind tried to assert itself so as not to get his hopes up. Captured spies in any nation were treated poorly. His smile faltered at the sour thought.
He suddenly realized that he needed to set his clothes out to dry as they were still damp from his swim. He quickly changed and set them on the floor near the fire, putting on an older set of warm clothes from his closet.
He then returned to his room and wandered about looking at the odds and ends he left when he went to study in Uthodurn. Childhood Knick knacks and projects, some half finished... things he would never finish now that his interests had evolved past childhood things. “My parents might be alive.” The thought keeps intruding into his mind.
Exasperated with his inability to control his emotions, he walks to the study to see Oskar.
Durnham walks into Oskar’s study. The elderly elf sits at a small wooden desk, reading glasses perched on his nose. He had always been a classically good-looking elf, now he could add distinguished to the list of superlatives to describe him. He sits back in the chair as his adopted son enters, closing the book in front of him and smiling warmly.
“Ah, I’m so glad you made it home. I only wish it had been under better circumstances, and that Urgon had managed to stay with us until you arrived. You look tired, in a good way – like you have been working with purpose”
“I guess I have been. Elro asked us to look into the illness that took Urgon... a couple others in town began showing symptoms... Pelc also died from it just today. We found it’s source, Uncle Urgon brought it back from one of his trips to Eisselcross. Some kind of spores that were in blue vials. We’ve since destroyed them and now need to find the cure. A merchant family recently came in contact with the last vial and they’re all going to get sick. So we leave for Eisselcross in the morning.”
”I just wanted to come see you and mom, before I go. I don’t know what may happen out there... so I wanted to see you again.”
”Then there’s also the letter Urgon left... I just saw that... my parents may live... they were captured as spies and sent to Rexxentrum. I’m not even sure what to do about that yet but I at least have some hope that they are alive. It really has been a busy day.”
Oskar looks dumfounded for a moment. "That's...a lot to take in, son. Urgon cared for you, I know he struggled to show it - said it was to make you tough, but I know he was just uncomfortable with emotions. But now he's gone, I'm sure he can't come after me for telling you. He just wanted you to achieve something, he was always telling me you were the talented one in the family"
Oskar seems to have run out of steam, just nods once and looks down at his desk. He never had Imryll's effusive nature, but he was an honest man.
Durnham snorts, “Tell me about it, it’s been a day. And the news about my parents is just...” he closes his eyes and takes a deep calming breath “I can’t do anything to help them right now. But I can help... to save that merchant and his family... their two little girls are counting on us.” He looks up again at Oskar “Thank you for taking me in and helping me when my parents disappeared. You’ve been my only family for years now... and you’ll always be my family.”
Then he clears his throat and looks around, “Mom was supposed to bring me some food, I’m starved and exhausted.” He hugs Oskar tightly for a moment before heading back to look for that promised meal.
Durnham passes the door to his old room and sees that Imryll has left a plate of food for him - thick sandwiches with his favourite filling and a goblet of dessert wine.
Durnham sits on the bed and eats the sandwiches in between drinks of the wine. As he sits, the days activities pull at him and he is exhausted. His mind continues to bring up thoughts of his parents and his uncle. Once he finishes he sets the plate aside and undresses. He gets under the covers and lies down to sleep. But it takes time for his brain to stop spinning memories and thoughts through his mind.
It takes an hour or two before he finally sleeps and his sleep is troubled by strange dreams...
Qidira rises early and stirs up the fire adding some wood and melting more snow to fill her waterskin and refresh the wash water. She changes into the newly purchased winter clothing and spends the remainder of the morning analyzing several pieces of the costume jewelry hoping to find something in the mix more authentic and taking apart those she can confirm are not to add pieces to her tinkering materials.
It is sometime during the late night that Ressys returns to the cabin. He slips inside, likely awakening the others as the cold from outside comes with him for a moment. He aopolgizes quietly as he takes the time to throw some more logs on the fire to keep the room warm and settles into a spot to rest for the remainder of the night.
(Everyone please level yourselves up, congratulations! The next leg of our journey starts. No need to deduct rations or living expenses; you all sourced free accommodation and food)
The morning breaks over Palebank, sun touching the buildings and birds singing oblivious to the darkness that has settled on the small village. Elro will be at the docks waiting for you with voyage details and final instructions.
As dawn broke Ressys gathered himself up and stepped out of the cabin into the cold morning. He found a spot close to the cabin and sat cross legged again. Holding his totem in his hands he spends a short amount of time in meditation. He then reenters the cabin.
"The day is anew and goddess shines down on us. We must make our way to the docks to meet Elro and the captain." He'll find some food to eat in the cabin and then ensure that the fire is out in the fireplace.
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Durnham tosses and turns in his sleep. He dreams of his parents on a fishing vessel as it sinks beneath the waves, then it *blinks* into his mother as she paces back and forth in a small stone room or cell, it *blinks* into another image of two mounds of dirt overgrown with grass, *blink* his mother is screaming as she pulls against her chains before his father who is on a table as figures cut into him with instruments of pain, *blink* his father is running through a field, gasping as he looks backwards for signs of pursuit.
In some part of his subconscious he is aware this is a dream... and yet.... not a dream. He begins to grasp that they are... possibilities. Any of them could have happened, or may yet happen, or never happened in this reality at all. The part of himself that is aware absorbs it all greedily, “Yes, I want to know!”
*blink* they're kneeling before someone of importance and several people have weapons pointed at them, *blink* they’re standing and talking to a dark figure. *blink*, *blink*, *blink*, *blink* *blink* *blink**blink**blink**blink**blink*. The dreams come faster and faster.
Durnham’s mind begins to overload from the amount of knowledge and possibilities flashing through him. “Too much... it’s too much!” His mind shrieks as the assault of past, present, and future possibilities of his parents overwhelms him. On instinct he shrinks away from the flooding memories and he tries pushing the dreams away... but they won’t stop! Faster and faster they assail him until his mind begins to fray. He tries once more to gain control of the flow and draws on the arcane divination magic that exists everywhere to use as a shield against the future possibilities. He feels the shield raise around his consciousness in a small bubble before blackness takes him.
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When he awakens... Durnham’s dreams quickly fade. He knows something important happened. He knows it was dangerous. As he tries to hang on to the memories they slip further and further away until there’s very little left except a vague something. A bit of possibility hangs around in his mind like a song he can’t quite remember.
Once awake, Durnham collects the clothes by the fire and puts them in his pack, he wears the warm clothes he collected from the closet and the winter coat that is now dry. He heads to the kitchen to make himself a breakfast and to look for his adoptive parents before going to the docks.
While eating he takes some time to ready his spells for the day, including some new spells that came to him after his strange dreams.
Brandon awakens the next morning from an uneasy sleep, bathed in sweat with his mind still reeling from his dreams. Her. He had not seen her since..that night. Remember? He can’t forget that night. What does it all mean? Why did she visit his dreams now? He thinks silently to himself. Maybe it was nothing, maybe he was just overtired or stressed from the day before. Maybe the cheese they found in the kitchen last night had already turned.
He eats sparingly and busies himself by readying his armor and other equipment to distract his mind. He performs his ritual with his longsword, feeling it strengthen him as he channels his will within it and becomes one with the blade. He looks up as Ressys enters the cabin. “Ever the early riser, eh Winterwalker? Yes, I am ready to make our way to the docks. We have a long journey ahead of us, best to get started.”
Still he can’t force the memory of his dreams out of his head.
“Does something like that even exists?”He asked Qidira, trying to imagine the centaur. Giants, dragons, giant worms that buried deep in the snow? That was old story for him, but a man’s torso connected from the tights into a horse neck? That made no sense.“I’m thinking this what they call a fantasy book.”
As Kotar spoke that it was the time of Brandon voicing his thoughts. The human mentioned his worries and posed a question to the goliath. The goliath takes some water to help push the cheese and fruits down the throat faster before deciding on a answer.
“Agreed. Specially because the way takes time enough for everyone to get too weak”Either Durnham “There should be no trouble beyond the local creatures. Nothing at the same hard for us to deal and in large packs. Weather is the thing that will demand more attention, probably.”
As they finished the dinner they went each to their corner of the cabin, finding sleep in their own ways. When the morning arrived Kotar felt rested, stronger even.
“Morning, folks.” He said gathering everything he had spread close to the hearth, finding it all well dried, then donned his armor and took more cheese and dried fruit.
“I have a waterskin with almost half a liter of water.” Kotar answered to Qidira while moving in the direction of his gear. Just then he noticed that he needed to put the whole backpack and its contents to dry. I’ve lost myself in the meditation, he thought to himself, taking the skin to the table. “May melt the snow to refill it later, though.”
It was a common thing to do in Eiselcross. The Anakalathai used to say it was safer than to drink from just any body of water. It was certainly easy to find snow than to find a pond or lake.
“At this point I just hope we don’t get bad weather.” He said taking the backpack to the front of the hearth and emptying it. “A little bit more of fog in a day will be enough to cost us hours, maybe days.”
And there was also the ice over the water, the always present risk of a storm or the attack of a beast. Things he decided to forget as he took seat and start to eat. Both dried fruit and cheese tasted delicious to him. Well, they say hunger is the best seasoning. And he was starving.
“By the way, what is a centaur?”
Brandon helps Qidira with the food in the kitchen, trying to clean up the mess he made with the dishes during his clumsy attempt to search the cabin. He enjoys the meal and offers his own waterskin to the group as well, careful to fill it back up with the water from the snow they melt. “Well done, little one” he congratulates Qidira “I imagine your finds will come in handy during the journey ahead, especially the sled”
He joins Kotar in laying out his armor and gear, getting comfortable for the night ahead, and cleaning and maintaining the chain shirt and sword. He stares into the fire, lost in his own thoughts for a moment.
“Durnham has the best interests of the children in mind, but I fear the dangers of the voyage and the unknown that awaits them in Eiselcross, even should we be successful in finding a cure. Still, it must be up to their parents to decide.” He turns to Kotar “Thin sheets...sounds like the weather and the land will be among our biggest enemies in the search, or are there others that walk the lands that will threaten us?”
"It appears from that book that a centaur looks like the upper body of a human but at the hips is connected like a neck to the body of a horse. There are many pictures in that book. I don't know whether to believe they exist or not and the author doesn't sound like they've ever had any direct observation of the creatures themselves, just studied other materials on them." Then looking around at the other clothing and gear lain out before the fire, sets any of her own out to dry as needed. Having the extra set leaves her with some things to wear, but she will drape anything even slightly damp out leaving herself lightly dressed in front of the fire. The others might note various markings on her body of a very rough life to this point, but the scars have long since stopped bothering her.
If the first water isn't needed for drinking, she'll pour it into a separate container to use as wash water putting it in a private area as needed for freshening up, doing so herself later. Then refill the pot again with more snow to melt, slipping into some of Urgon's old clothes to do so. Returning with the pot full of snow and placing it back on the hearth, she looks over the clothing that she's wearing and takes out her sewing kit, stitching up areas to make it fit better to her slighter frame. Then finally curling up not too far from the fire and falling asleep completely at peace in the company and warmth she's found herself in.
Imryll gives Durnham a long stroke on his arm as she pulls away and says “Come on, we got the bed in your old room set up for you. Drop off your bags and get settled, I’ll bring you some supper. Your dad – erm, Oskar – is in his study, he’d love to see you before you turn in"
***
The cabin is pleasantly warm thanks to the fire, and the four other party members are soon slumbering peacefully.
@Brandon:
You wake suddenly and sit up, looking around you in a state of confusion. You are alone in the burned-out skeleton of a building, with faint wisps of smoke still snaking up from dying embers. The air is filled with the aftermath of battle; clangs of weapons being piled up, murmers of soldiers planning mass pyres, the calls of scavengers circling in the sky above. It is oddly familiar.
You stand carefully, making sure that your shaking legs will support you, then make your way slowly to the edge of the building – what would once have been a window – and look out to a large courtyard and the sights to match the noises. A great battle has taken place here – or maybe a massacre. It looks so familiar.
“Memory” says a strange voice in your head. You turn to look for a source and see a raven perched on a smoldering beam. You hear yourself say “What?”
“It’s your memory, Brandon. You’ve been here before. Haven’t you?”
Of course you have. It’s Ashguard Garrison, site of your greatest shame. Your stomach lurches as you remember still images of the battle, your cowardice, your failure. As the soldiers in the courtyard continue their grim task, you turn to the raven and say “Why am I back here? I never wanted to be back here”
The raven stares at you with one eye, its head turned to the side, and suddenly transforms into the form of a tall female in black clothing and a white porcelain mask as she says:
“Because you have to remember, Brandon. That’s the bargain”
As soon as she says the word ‘bargain’ there is a loud explosion inside your head and your eyes snap open. You are in Urgon’s cabin, soaked in sweat, your comrades sleeping soundly in the darkness around you.
As he walks into his room Durnham can’t help but smile. This was his home... as much as any place since his parents had died... but it wasn’t the home of his childhood. He couldn’t help but feel excited and happy, yet the logical part of his mind tried to assert itself so as not to get his hopes up. Captured spies in any nation were treated poorly. His smile faltered at the sour thought.
He suddenly realized that he needed to set his clothes out to dry as they were still damp from his swim. He quickly changed and set them on the floor near the fire, putting on an older set of warm clothes from his closet.
He then returned to his room and wandered about looking at the odds and ends he left when he went to study in Uthodurn. Childhood Knick knacks and projects, some half finished... things he would never finish now that his interests had evolved past childhood things. “My parents might be alive.” The thought keeps intruding into his mind.
Exasperated with his inability to control his emotions, he walks to the study to see Oskar.
Noob
Durnham walks into Oskar’s study. The elderly elf sits at a small wooden desk, reading glasses perched on his nose. He had always been a classically good-looking elf, now he could add distinguished to the list of superlatives to describe him. He sits back in the chair as his adopted son enters, closing the book in front of him and smiling warmly.
“Ah, I’m so glad you made it home. I only wish it had been under better circumstances, and that Urgon had managed to stay with us until you arrived. You look tired, in a good way – like you have been working with purpose”
“I guess I have been. Elro asked us to look into the illness that took Urgon... a couple others in town began showing symptoms... Pelc also died from it just today. We found it’s source, Uncle Urgon brought it back from one of his trips to Eisselcross. Some kind of spores that were in blue vials. We’ve since destroyed them and now need to find the cure. A merchant family recently came in contact with the last vial and they’re all going to get sick. So we leave for Eisselcross in the morning.”
”I just wanted to come see you and mom, before I go. I don’t know what may happen out there... so I wanted to see you again.”
”Then there’s also the letter Urgon left... I just saw that... my parents may live... they were captured as spies and sent to Rexxentrum. I’m not even sure what to do about that yet but I at least have some hope that they are alive. It really has been a busy day.”
Noob
Oskar looks dumfounded for a moment. "That's...a lot to take in, son. Urgon cared for you, I know he struggled to show it - said it was to make you tough, but I know he was just uncomfortable with emotions. But now he's gone, I'm sure he can't come after me for telling you. He just wanted you to achieve something, he was always telling me you were the talented one in the family"
Oskar seems to have run out of steam, just nods once and looks down at his desk. He never had Imryll's effusive nature, but he was an honest man.
Durnham snorts, “Tell me about it, it’s been a day. And the news about my parents is just...” he closes his eyes and takes a deep calming breath “I can’t do anything to help them right now. But I can help... to save that merchant and his family... their two little girls are counting on us.” He looks up again at Oskar “Thank you for taking me in and helping me when my parents disappeared. You’ve been my only family for years now... and you’ll always be my family.”
Then he clears his throat and looks around, “Mom was supposed to bring me some food, I’m starved and exhausted.” He hugs Oskar tightly for a moment before heading back to look for that promised meal.
Noob
Durnham passes the door to his old room and sees that Imryll has left a plate of food for him - thick sandwiches with his favourite filling and a goblet of dessert wine.
Durnham sits on the bed and eats the sandwiches in between drinks of the wine. As he sits, the days activities pull at him and he is exhausted. His mind continues to bring up thoughts of his parents and his uncle. Once he finishes he sets the plate aside and undresses. He gets under the covers and lies down to sleep. But it takes time for his brain to stop spinning memories and thoughts through his mind.
It takes an hour or two before he finally sleeps and his sleep is troubled by strange dreams...
Noob
Qidira rises early and stirs up the fire adding some wood and melting more snow to fill her waterskin and refresh the wash water. She changes into the newly purchased winter clothing and spends the remainder of the morning analyzing several pieces of the costume jewelry hoping to find something in the mix more authentic and taking apart those she can confirm are not to add pieces to her tinkering materials.
It is sometime during the late night that Ressys returns to the cabin. He slips inside, likely awakening the others as the cold from outside comes with him for a moment. He aopolgizes quietly as he takes the time to throw some more logs on the fire to keep the room warm and settles into a spot to rest for the remainder of the night.
(Everyone please level yourselves up, congratulations! The next leg of our journey starts. No need to deduct rations or living expenses; you all sourced free accommodation and food)
The morning breaks over Palebank, sun touching the buildings and birds singing oblivious to the darkness that has settled on the small village. Elro will be at the docks waiting for you with voyage details and final instructions.
As dawn broke Ressys gathered himself up and stepped out of the cabin into the cold morning. He found a spot close to the cabin and sat cross legged again. Holding his totem in his hands he spends a short amount of time in meditation. He then reenters the cabin.
"The day is anew and goddess shines down on us. We must make our way to the docks to meet Elro and the captain." He'll find some food to eat in the cabin and then ensure that the fire is out in the fireplace.
Durnham tosses and turns in his sleep. He dreams of his parents on a fishing vessel as it sinks beneath the waves, then it *blinks* into his mother as she paces back and forth in a small stone room or cell, it *blinks* into another image of two mounds of dirt overgrown with grass, *blink* his mother is screaming as she pulls against her chains before his father who is on a table as figures cut into him with instruments of pain, *blink* his father is running through a field, gasping as he looks backwards for signs of pursuit.
In some part of his subconscious he is aware this is a dream... and yet.... not a dream. He begins to grasp that they are... possibilities. Any of them could have happened, or may yet happen, or never happened in this reality at all. The part of himself that is aware absorbs it all greedily, “Yes, I want to know!”
*blink* they're kneeling before someone of importance and several people have weapons pointed at them, *blink* they’re standing and talking to a dark figure. *blink*, *blink*, *blink*, *blink* *blink* *blink**blink**blink**blink**blink*. The dreams come faster and faster.
Durnham’s mind begins to overload from the amount of knowledge and possibilities flashing through him. “Too much... it’s too much!” His mind shrieks as the assault of past, present, and future possibilities of his parents overwhelms him. On instinct he shrinks away from the flooding memories and he tries pushing the dreams away... but they won’t stop! Faster and faster they assail him until his mind begins to fray. He tries once more to gain control of the flow and draws on the arcane divination magic that exists everywhere to use as a shield against the future possibilities. He feels the shield raise around his consciousness in a small bubble before blackness takes him.
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When he awakens... Durnham’s dreams quickly fade. He knows something important happened. He knows it was dangerous. As he tries to hang on to the memories they slip further and further away until there’s very little left except a vague something. A bit of possibility hangs around in his mind like a song he can’t quite remember.
Noob
Once awake, Durnham collects the clothes by the fire and puts them in his pack, he wears the warm clothes he collected from the closet and the winter coat that is now dry. He heads to the kitchen to make himself a breakfast and to look for his adoptive parents before going to the docks.
While eating he takes some time to ready his spells for the day, including some new spells that came to him after his strange dreams.
Noob
Brandon awakens the next morning from an uneasy sleep, bathed in sweat with his mind still reeling from his dreams. Her. He had not seen her since..that night. Remember? He can’t forget that night. What does it all mean? Why did she visit his dreams now? He thinks silently to himself. Maybe it was nothing, maybe he was just overtired or stressed from the day before. Maybe the cheese they found in the kitchen last night had already turned.
He eats sparingly and busies himself by readying his armor and other equipment to distract his mind. He performs his ritual with his longsword, feeling it strengthen him as he channels his will within it and becomes one with the blade. He looks up as Ressys enters the cabin. “Ever the early riser, eh Winterwalker? Yes, I am ready to make our way to the docks. We have a long journey ahead of us, best to get started.”
Still he can’t force the memory of his dreams out of his head.
"Yes Brandon, it's the best part of the day. A time filled with opportunity and promise. Melora fills the world with life and nature blooms."
Ressys says in response.
“Does something like that even exists?” He asked Qidira, trying to imagine the centaur. Giants, dragons, giant worms that buried deep in the snow? That was old story for him, but a man’s torso connected from the tights into a horse neck? That made no sense. “I’m thinking this what they call a fantasy book.”
As Kotar spoke that it was the time of Brandon voicing his thoughts. The human mentioned his worries and posed a question to the goliath. The goliath takes some water to help push the cheese and fruits down the throat faster before deciding on a answer.
“Agreed. Specially because the way takes time enough for everyone to get too weak” Either Durnham “There should be no trouble beyond the local creatures. Nothing at the same hard for us to deal and in large packs. Weather is the thing that will demand more attention, probably.”
As they finished the dinner they went each to their corner of the cabin, finding sleep in their own ways. When the morning arrived Kotar felt rested, stronger even.
“Morning, folks.” He said gathering everything he had spread close to the hearth, finding it all well dried, then donned his armor and took more cheese and dried fruit.
“We’re waiting Durnham here?”