Easthaven
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He picks up his bow and stumbles to his feet to see Ug land the killing blow. He heaves breathlessly for a few moments then gasps for air, cursing the icy weather. He walks towards the celebrating group and Apsel approaches him and offers him the dagger.
"Oh, yes, uh," Zenithral stammers, straightening himself and smiling. "Of course, my dear man. Glad to be of service."
"Find a caravan?" Zenithral asks Hrothgar. "I have not spoken to Alalla yet, but that sounds like something I could certainly help with."
Rolls
Pick up dead wolf - (1d20+5)
(8) + 5 = 13