In the end, I made my way south alone. In spite of thirty five new quest points, it felt somehow as though I had failed. It was two days before I crossed a stream. I drank myself into a coma, and then drank my fill again when I woke.
[Well Fed] was in remission, but none of my other traits seemed impaired.
The road was only a little beyond that, littered with naked corpses both sun-brown and red. All were hobgoblins. Looking about, there were pieces of leather straps and wooden splinters, and even a discarded leather boot (It was only sixteen nutrition, but it was more than nothing).
The tracks showed that one group had fled south, and the other had proceeded west.
From what little damage the crows had done to the bodies, it was only a few hours past. That or the crows had reason to be picky.
I smacked my lips, but was strong enough of will that I didn't need to share their food. Let the crows have their meal, mine was further along the road.
And why, you ask, is Rhishi this far south, when his job is to get the two halves of the invading army to attack each other? He's still fixated on the supply convoy, and convinced that he can keep the hobgoblin part of the army from getting the supplies it needs.
(And, psychological reasons that he himself hasn't noticed yet.)
DrakenkInd has the most stones since last chapter.
MPod has the most recent gift, LiamFaren the most by points.
This is one of the days where only the fact that people read keeps me writing; thank you for your support!