When last we left our fearless group they had been recovering from an overwhelming battle with a Blackguard and an unknown assassin. The duo escaped, however the ten raiders were not so lucky. Pas and Nera searched the corpses for goodies while Jend recovered any usefull armor.
Jend walked to the back of the wagon. He tossed both breastplates haphazardly into the back.
“Watch out!” Arin shouted as they came to a crash next to his shoulder. “I could have been a farmer, you could have killed me!"
“Maybe next time you will join in on the battle, rather than nurse pigs in the wagon.” Jend chuckled, “it could improve your reflexes.”
Arin shot him the stinkeye. His absence from battle could not be avoided.
Nera and Pas returned with a pocketful of coins, a long bow, a few short bows and slew of arrows.
“These shall fetch a price once we get to Brownsville.” Pas said as he tucked the loot into the back of the wagon.
“Half price, no doubt.” Blossom replied from ontop of the wagon.
“That would be a price all the same,” Pas smiled back.
“I fear we may be carrying this load for not,” she said as she leapt from the wagon. “Browntown is a simple farming community, I am very doubtful that there will be a market for such weapons.” With that she made her way to the front of the wagon and had a seat next to the driver.
The group concluded their journey to Brownsville. They maintained a vigilant watch. Blossom posted at the front of the wagon, Nera atop, Jend in the rear, Pas and Fox traveled unseen in the forest on either side of the wagon and the one they call Arin remained in the wagon curled up like a fetal pig. It seemed, for now, the danger had passed.
Jend walked to the back of the wagon. He tossed both breastplates haphazardly into the back.
“Watch out!” Arin shouted as they came to a crash next to his shoulder. “I could have been a farmer, you could have killed me!"
“Maybe next time you will join in on the battle, rather than nurse pigs in the wagon.” Jend chuckled, “it could improve your reflexes.”
Arin shot him the stinkeye. His absence from battle could not be avoided.
Nera and Pas returned with a pocketful of coins, a long bow, a few short bows and slew of arrows.
“These shall fetch a price once we get to Brownsville.” Pas said as he tucked the loot into the back of the wagon.
“Half price, no doubt.” Blossom replied from ontop of the wagon.
“That would be a price all the same,” Pas smiled back.
“I fear we may be carrying this load for not,” she said as she leapt from the wagon. “Browntown is a simple farming community, I am very doubtful that there will be a market for such weapons.” With that she made her way to the front of the wagon and had a seat next to the driver.
The group concluded their journey to Brownsville. They maintained a vigilant watch. Blossom posted at the front of the wagon, Nera atop, Jend in the rear, Pas and Fox traveled unseen in the forest on either side of the wagon and the one they call Arin remained in the wagon curled up like a fetal pig. It seemed, for now, the danger had passed.
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