Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316286-20150718024529/@comment-24582269-20150721233513

(Sorry I've not been on, Met. Twas my birthday :D)

Thul headed toward the door.

"Tralion, handle this one. I'll make a round, make sure there are no other captives."

He trudged through piles of Bandit corpses, going from hut to hut. Nothing but weapons and food. Still, he continued his round. As Thul looked through wicker baskets for anything of remote importance, the sting of needles bit his back. After spinning the attacker off and drawing his hammer, it took the massive warrior a few seconds to realise that his dangerous 'attacker' was little more than a tiny wolf pup.

It's feisty.

Thul held out his hammer, and the miniature beast climbed up to sit on his shoulder. It could be useful when fully grown. Thul continued his round, with his new companion, again finding little more than weapons. He returned to the bandit graveyard, picking up the crossbow from the Giant's body. Thul had no intent on using it, but it seems valuable at very least. He returned to his party's tent, his wolf biting on the pauldron on his armor.