Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150202210500/@comment-24736819-20150222210328

The only thing she heard as she went out of the tent was the merchant shivering and hiding in his sheets.

Now, the dantesque scenery that met her eyes was something else. The families had been killed by several types of weapons: swords, axes, bolts, arrows...you name it and the signs of the weapon was there. It seemed like a big army charged against the caravan and slaughtered them all, mercenaries included.

Except one...One that was pretty injured, without his arms, but still breathing.

"Hel...", he said.