They’ve taken the route overland. Fortunate timing: A cousin of a cousin, a wagon going south. The little bundle of merchants have been busy at their own work. Occasionally one offers a smoke, or a hand of cards on watch — but for the most part, they've been content to ignore the hitchhikers.
They’re close now. Winter comes early to the mountains, and steam curls on every breath. Over the past day, Vance’s demeanour has grown narrow, preoccupied.
"An hour, maybe two." He hauls himself back beneath the awning. "We’ll be staying with my brother’s family. Or —"
He exchanges a look with Sawbones. It’s difficult to read.
PRE-ORZAMMAR | group thread, short n spammy
They’ve taken the route overland. Fortunate timing: A cousin of a cousin, a wagon going south. The little bundle of merchants have been busy at their own work. Occasionally one offers a smoke, or a hand of cards on watch — but for the most part, they've been content to ignore the hitchhikers.
They’re close now. Winter comes early to the mountains, and steam curls on every breath. Over the past day, Vance’s demeanour has grown narrow, preoccupied.
"An hour, maybe two." He hauls himself back beneath the awning. "We’ll be staying with my brother’s family. Or —"
He exchanges a look with Sawbones. It’s difficult to read.
"Sister Foresa offered an alternative."