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A Rotten Scroungeral
Do'Vassal's eyes scanned the group he stood with after the battle had finally come to an end. He soon found that they were all doing the same.
He was wary, unsure of how to react to such a large group of people, especially a group full of such strange people.
All of them capable, but still rather strange.
"Thank you all for your help" said one of the men. "I had never thought there would be so many." The man paused, looking at each of them. "We should form a group. All of us are capable of surviving alone... surely we'd be better at it together."
This was a good point. But was a group such as this great for Do'Vassal? Especially since he was already trying to find the group he lost prior.
The man continued, possibly spurred by the silence.
"Sunset shall be upon us shortly... the Breton is still knocked out so if you're going to stay, I suggest getting ready to set up camp." No one said a word, and instead all looked to the man as he continued to speak. "Fort Greymoor is only a short walk from here. If we capture it, we have a safer place to stay. I'm sure that's something we all miss. Safety."
This man had a way of speaking, one that made Do'Vassal feel at ease. Others were feeling this too, as they looked a little less tense.
The breton who had been knocked unconscious finally came to her senses and spoke to the man, surprised she wasn't dead.
"Well, you're clearly not dead unless this is the Divines' idea of a joke. Anyway, that thing you summoned helped us get rid of the remaining draugr. Not bad for a mage. The name's Dagvar."
Do'Vassal kept a tab of the man's name, in case he decided to join him.
"We will set up camp for the night, then head to Fort Greymoor at dawn."
"Now obviously, in the meantime," The man called Dagvar said moments later, "we should establish a watch. I will take first duty, of course. There should be two guards per night, one takes the first half of the night and the other takes the other half. I volunteer myself, and whoever else wishes to help may speak so now."
Do'Vassal assumed they all were staying, as no one had turned to leave. Do'Vassal wasn't sure if he wanted to be the first. Or only.
The fact of the matter was, he wasn't going to survive on his own. He would wander the hills until another wave of Draugr attacked, and he wouldn't have this group to help him out.
Do'Vassal thought for a moment, then spoke up.
"This one will take the second half of the shift. This doesn't need much sleep anyway, and it is easier for my eyes to catch potential danger in the darkness."
He was wary, unsure of how to react to such a large group of people, especially a group full of such strange people.
All of them capable, but still rather strange.
"Thank you all for your help" said one of the men. "I had never thought there would be so many." The man paused, looking at each of them. "We should form a group. All of us are capable of surviving alone... surely we'd be better at it together."
This was a good point. But was a group such as this great for Do'Vassal? Especially since he was already trying to find the group he lost prior.
The man continued, possibly spurred by the silence.
"Sunset shall be upon us shortly... the Breton is still knocked out so if you're going to stay, I suggest getting ready to set up camp." No one said a word, and instead all looked to the man as he continued to speak. "Fort Greymoor is only a short walk from here. If we capture it, we have a safer place to stay. I'm sure that's something we all miss. Safety."
This man had a way of speaking, one that made Do'Vassal feel at ease. Others were feeling this too, as they looked a little less tense.
The breton who had been knocked unconscious finally came to her senses and spoke to the man, surprised she wasn't dead.
"Well, you're clearly not dead unless this is the Divines' idea of a joke. Anyway, that thing you summoned helped us get rid of the remaining draugr. Not bad for a mage. The name's Dagvar."
Do'Vassal kept a tab of the man's name, in case he decided to join him.
"We will set up camp for the night, then head to Fort Greymoor at dawn."
"Now obviously, in the meantime," The man called Dagvar said moments later, "we should establish a watch. I will take first duty, of course. There should be two guards per night, one takes the first half of the night and the other takes the other half. I volunteer myself, and whoever else wishes to help may speak so now."
Do'Vassal assumed they all were staying, as no one had turned to leave. Do'Vassal wasn't sure if he wanted to be the first. Or only.
The fact of the matter was, he wasn't going to survive on his own. He would wander the hills until another wave of Draugr attacked, and he wouldn't have this group to help him out.
Do'Vassal thought for a moment, then spoke up.
"This one will take the second half of the shift. This doesn't need much sleep anyway, and it is easier for my eyes to catch potential danger in the darkness."