Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160218224245/@comment-5543592-20160218230409

Crimson had had little luck tracking Agatha. That wasn't exactly in his skillset, so when it came down to it, he had mainly hung back as support. He spent more time befriending members of the group, treating them as he would treat his own soldiers, and had ended up spending the most time with Diana most of all. He'd called in a few of his men for them to bring extra-rations, but an army was unwieldy in the Valenwood climate, so three soldiers was all he could manage. As they sat around the fire, the three Keshik had had a little too much to drink, and decided to laud the group with song. ♩Mickey Maloney he raised his head, When a bottle of whiskey flew at him, It missed him falling on the bed, The liquor scattered over Tim, Tim revives see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed, Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead?♩

There was a pause, and a breath, maybe a swig of whiskey, before continuing,

♩And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner, Welt the floor, your trotters shake, Wasn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!♩

Scire winced as the muffled sound of singing reached him. Did they want to scare off all the game?

He tapped his bow impatiently as his extra-ordinary eyes scanned the jungle, searching for life signs among the various static shapes. By now, he'd fully adapted to being without his ordinary sight, and although it had been a bummer at first, he was beginning to understand the benefits it brought.

He pressed forward more, still searching for anything that moved...