Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191122071310

"Something just isn't right..." Torsten muttered to himself as he then returned to the site of the camp. He had to search for clues.

Thankfully for him, the chief's body was still untouched. Investigating the corpse further, he found a letter and read it to himself.

''We have been on the run from the Children of Coldharbour for a few days now, but I fear that us deserters will be hunted down sooner rather than later. The cult has expanded to Davon's Watch, and our camp just so happens to be too near to the godsforsaken city, and although we are armed, our equipment is poor and in no condition for a proper fight. I fear we are running out of time.''

"Oh no..." It seemed that the group had been tricked, and the the so-called 'bandits' turned out to be defectors of the Children of Coldharbour. Torsten warily eyed the 'guards', now suspecting full well that they were cultist agents and warriors sent to clean up their loose ends, and now that Torsten knew of their purpose, he too is likely to meet the same fate if he didn't act now. He jogged back the the squad and shared with them his discoveries.

"All of you...we may have caught ourselves into a tangled mess." The letter was handed over for the group to read.