Backing himself up against the wall of the caverns entrance, Razmin awaited his companions to enter first. He would take up the rear, a good dozen steps behind.
Razmin composed himself, yet again. Twice, in one day. He sure hoped his cut didn't get smaller for sleeping on the job.
Even if by sleeping, he meant taking a bath. Forcefully. By arrows.
He stayed as far back as possible. Probably a decent 25 ft away from his companions. There was no way...
@Orikanyo I think we are just waiting for our beloved DM's laptop cable, but I wanted to make sure there is still interest.
Hate to have the adventure end just as it got started!
(Also, my notifications have been a little off? Sometimes I don't have any pop up but there have been 3 posts...
Dinner? Did someone say Dinner?
Following Soveliss's lead across the stream, he pondered over the previous events that had transpired.
Razmin was being uncharacteristically quiet, but he felt he had missed something.
Goblin attack, well paying wagon escort. Something seemed very off.
Razmin backs down from the wagon.
Toooo much effort at this moment.
Perhaps he'll nap?
"Guys, guys, guys.... Perhaps we should send a scout first, and the rest look after the wagon. We do not want to be bringing the wagon straight to their cave after all"
Razmin gave a quick yawn...
A sigh of relief sprawled over Razmin's face.
Filthy squeakers got the better of him this fight. He was lucky.
Sovel's was saying something about questions, but he wasn't interested. Arrows needed to be removed, wounds tended too.
And if his hunch about those horses were correct, then the...