Time away from the hardships of the wilderness felt perhaps inviolable regarding my comfort versus leaving the troupe onto manual labor of shaving copious amount of meat from the drake carcasses. Profits were made, although based on my travel back reacted crudely. Presuming avaricious thoughts influence pawning off precious meat , rational conversation as well as learning it was beneficial to all dropped the subject. We regrouped together, holstered onto an arduous adventure back into Stahlheim to truly garner more funds between our group only growing in size and capability.
By now surprises should barely afflict my mind, however lacking insight of the world would continue to bless the majority of us with ignorance. A colossal monstrosity of a bird mirroring the companion Dorek seem to follow about overshadowed us all. Unfortunately this quickly turned tragic, witnessing this vulture snatching meat we’ve earned, not to mention Dommoki’s precious new mount. The lunacy struck at its highest with Royburt grappling with the winged monster, soaring away as we all attempted to wound it. Escaping with the old man, Siroin unleashed a freezing stream of energy that penetrated through the rectum and collapsed with the old human…… Time to see how he is doing, hopefully alive that one.