Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-25038310-20150611193743

Jordain gracefully landed on the soft moss and ground below him, not making a sound. He had stayed up the tree for a longer time to be absolutely sure every zombie would have passed him.

Luckily he remembered which direction Bruma was, judging by how carefully he paid attention to where he had run and how far.

He would be there in perhaps the evening, or earlier than that. Either way, if he wasn't slowed down, he would arrive before nightfall.

He put his bow on his back, putting the arrow back in its quiver as he started heading to Bruma - jogging at a pace that he was capable of.