Chapter One: An Urgent Summons

Walking over to confirm that the thief was soundly asleep, Sinnj looks to the others,

"He was probably looking for a quick exit from here, same as everyone else. He will be asleep long enough for us to leave before he can give us any more trouble."

Enialis walks out from behind the tree. Phew! That was close.

Thurkear stands over the bandit, contemplating his hunger, but remembering how soft skins react to the consumption of their own kind. He turns toward Sinnj. Shall we leave him in this cold? , Thurkear says in an emotionless whisper. He proceeds to bend over and attempts to take any lose wrappings of cloth from the bandit's sleeping form.

He makes his way back with the group with a completed spellbook in his left hand and a quarterstaff in the right. Is he dead? he says to the group.

His heart still beats Thurkear says, turning his attention to Enialis.

We shall take him with us. Even though he is a bandit, he is still a humanoid. He turns to Thurkear. Someone will need to carry him. He turns his attention back to the entire group. In the event that he awakens, I am more than confident that we can handle it.


Total HP: 18/18

1st Level: 4/4
2nd Level: 2/2

Thurkear, remembering that he was to do what they say, picks up the bandit. He finds comfort in the newfound warmth. It does irk him, though, that the soft-skins are so protective of their own kind. The soft-skin ways are very wasteful He thinks to himself.

Thurkear looks at Enialis.

Sinnj looks back and forth between Thurkear, Ragnar, Enialas, and the sleeping man, before shrugging,

"I still like the plan of leaving him behind to deal with his fate when he wakes up, but as long as I have no responsibility to care for him in, during his slumber or after, do with him as you wish."

With that Sinnj walks off to find a mount that would be suitable for him.