Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150305043346/@comment-5543592-20150310020642

"We stop." Said Oh'Droga. The boy, who had ben bundled up and strapped to a horse, was awake again, and whining about being hungry.

Ejlar, the supposed leader, seemed indifferent, to the boy, and stopping.

"If we don't make camp now, the cold will take us." Said Oh'Droga, "Regardless of how you feel, Wulfgar."

Ejlar nodded. "I want you two-"  He pointed to Vordel and Theodric. "On first watch."

He then went to help Oh'Droga make camp. In a matter of minutes they had what Oh'Droga called "Base Camp" (there aren't enough tents in the image, probably, so adjust accordingly) set up.

Ejlar, taking a seat on a crate, reviewed the manifest he had found in the inn. The names and portraits were meaningless, except for two.

One, was Berngerus Galin, the navigator and second in command, like Ejlar himself. Not for the name, but for the machete that rested on his shoulder in the portrait- the same machete Daylon had found. The second was the boy, named Xiar, someone's son. Meaning that Xiar had been on Atmora for over a year.