Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150615234235/@comment-5583506-20150616005652

"Alright, you've got your wish through", said Elda and pointed down into a valley. "I will set up camp there and wait for dawn. As for you... you are free to go in whatever direction you please."

"Should we move on, my lord?" asked Mystara.

The flames of the burning bandit camp rose high up into the air. The stench of charred flesh and crisped bones pierced the very air around them

Arngrim held the reins of Tyrannion and looked upon the destruction with indifference. His left hand shook uncontrollably, as it had always done, whenever he set his eyes on the wild dance only fire could perform.

"Not yet", said the Bull, his voice booming from within the helmet. "I want to see this place in ashes before I leave. These bandits were preying upon local smallfolk, so I will be the one to gloat over their deaths."

"I understand, but the sooner we wait, the more time we buy the Orcs to move further into the land."

Arngrim grumbled something incoherent before he made a short nod and turned the black horse around. "Let's head back to camp then."