Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-24736819-20191130162223

"How does o...How do you lose a companion, Strud?", Lars sighed, not only because the peasant called him 'Just Lars', but also because of the absurdity of the situation, "I am sure he must be around the camp somewhere."

"But... but he is alone! You said to not be alone... We learned that.", the small atmoran pleaded, "Help us find him, please!"

The mage furrowed his brows, trying to understand why it was so important for Strud to find his fellow militaman, but eventually gave up and shrugged.

"Alright, Strud, I'll find your com...friend. Just get back to the camp.", Lars said.

"Thank you, Just Lars! Thank you!", the man was quick to turn around his heels and dart back towards the camp.

"Anon, Fjoll mine companion, it is seemeth we has't a bawbling quest before we resume our owneth.  Luckily, t'appears yond the gathering is still ongoing, so alloweth's hie and findeth the poor fellow. Come along!", he beckoned his undead companion.

The first place the mage would search for the lost man was the one he thought to be the most obvious location for escapees...the tavern.