Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150722092936/@comment-3293219-20150723192444

As Zaydate sat in her tent, she began to notice an orange glow emitting from outside. The Brigands had started up a camp fire and were currently gathered around, seeking warmth and to cook.

It had officially gotten dark and so the bandits were mostly retreating to the center of their camp, breaking open their kegs and devouring whatever meat they had left over, which didn't have stuff growing on it.

Her guards were brought their food as was Zaydate, as promised it was double what they would normally bring but it still wasn't much. Just a chicken leg and a cup of crappy mead.