Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160301230548/@comment-24141785-20160303083741

The Redguard must have searched every knook and cranny in the camp: there was absouloutely nothing that lead them on onto a trail, except for the footprints of a bear... Most of the group were simply taking a rest. Some had found upturned trees and spent a few hours hauling back enough of the trunk to create a seat, whilst others had spent that time making a fire.

Coyle sighed, resting himself against one of the trees, and looked out onto the group. He knew that the only reason they were going after this man was because of Armiel. Ever since they lost track of the footprints, he had gone psychotic and attacked Coyle. He even had the scar of the blade going across his chest...

Something was off, however. It felt as if it was less about wanting to reunite, and more about business. He could understand that determination: he had to climb up a mountain for some pay. But this seemed different, and he was unsettled by his hesitation to make a solitary word on the matter...