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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[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."