Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-5583506-20150606211023

Hassiri started to pack up camp. The group he had seen in the vicinity of Aleswell were heading his way. That meant trouble. Not from them perhaps, but they were a large group. He didn't know what these walking corpses deal were, but they surely seemed to be attracted by sound... and the living...

A large group of living heading his way meant that they were more likely to attract more of the undead to him. He had managed to stay alive on his own so far, using only the basic survival skills that were required to live the life of a common sellsword.

He readied another handmade bolt onto the crossbow and locked it. He would need to make another batch soon. He was wasting them too much on enemies that weren't even in need of becoming dead... again...

He rolled the tent up and latched it together with some leather strips he had made from the confiscated armor of the dead bandits. He had also made sure to dump their rotting bodies as far away from his camp as possible, else he would get sick and nauseous. He couldn't afford to get sick in situations like this. Ra'Kissi and Najika were still waiting for him... and he needed to find them...