Draveth was awoken by Krash who had a hand over his mouth to keep him silent. “I heard a noise. I’m going to check it out. You watch camp while I’m gone.”
Draveth nodded and grabbed his claymore. He motioned to Krash to find out what the noise was and began to pace around the campsite.
Krash walked in the direction he heard the sound coming from, turned back gave a slight wave, then disappeared into the tall grass.
As the grass scratched at Krash’s robe he tried to move silently but failed miserably. He was able to happen upon a section of cleared grass near the river they were traveling parallel with. The footprints on the ground were bare feet and to Krash looked vaguely like halfling feet. Just as he started to think about why halflings would be hanging out by the river without shoes there was a whoosh-thump and Krash fell, unconscious. Continue reading