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by waysoftheearth » Wed Sep 07, 2011 7:16 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
Midday draws nearer as a darker cloud head can be seen gathering ahead of you. It bodes some worse weather to come...
Everyone is feeling very hungry and tetchy. Mondes, in particular, seems to have a foul mouthed comment to dispatch with almost every pace!
The sacks of silver weigh heavily upon your stooped shoulders, and you are all in dire need of a rest. And some food.
Olaf has recently been on point, and is just a few dozen strides ahead of the weary company at the top of a low rise. From his position his sharp eyes catch movement ahead.
He ducks down to spy out who it might be... and his heart sinks into his boots.
A band of half a dozen or so warg riders are bounding down the river valley toward him! They might be sixty yards off yet... on both sides of the narrow stream it seems. He doesn't think they have seen him yet.
What now?