O BROTHER WHERE ART THOU (PART I(B))

[snarksman]

WHO: Alayre Sauveterre, Clint Barton, Cyril Ashara, Gorse Hissera-Iss
WHAT: The motley bunch are given some information about a group of travelers that have went deeper into the swamp. Their mission, should they choose to accept it, is to find out where they have gone and what happened to them.
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: The Fallow Mire
NOTES: Link to OOC plotting!

Their report is highly questionable, given the townsfolk in the area. He'd drink himself into oblivion if he lived down here. Dealing with the undead all the time? No sunlight? Forever raining? He'd be a drunk too. But it was their duty to follow up on anything that might seem amiss, so here they were, at the beginning of the trail that the group of travelers had gone on.

Clint pulls his jacket around him tighter. Fuck, it was cold and he does not like to be this wet all the time.

"So, anyone got any bright ideas?"

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[equanimiti]

The Knight-Commander suffers in silence in terms to the horrendous cold. There's a bitter chill in the air and the dampness of the swamp is starting to seep within his armor. Alayre let's out a hushed groan as he pulls the crimson hood of his cloak further over his head. His face is nearly completely obscured from view. "I see the path before us is covered in mud and grime." The Templar answers as he marches forward. This is no time for them to linger in doubt or fear. They might as well start moving. "Let us walk a mile in their shoes and witness what these scouts encountered." Alayre suggests as he glances over his shoulder.

"Agreed?" He stands there for a moment looking at the others before trudging ahead. The Knight-Commander might seem a tad impatient. Blame it on the foul weather. They'll sooner freeze than find their charge. A grim fact but the truth nonetheless. Alayre is quite aware of it.

[snarksman]

"Agreed," Clint starts, moving into step alongside the Knight-Commander. The entire story was probably a hoax, and while Clint might have dismissed the entire report if he had been on his own, he can't really tell the others they should just fuck it and go get drinks at the warmer tavern.

"Let's hope we find these idiots before we all freeze to death."