Stanng circled the camp after the battle, making sure all was finally calm and quite. He settled in to look through the spoils, paying special attention to his new blade. It hummed with power and he smiled as he ran his finger along its edge. It was a beautiful piece of remarkable craftsmanship.
With this, my friends I'll find you... and avenge you if need be.....
He went to sleep, if one could call it that, for several hours. He was troubled that he rested while his friends were still lost. He knew though, that if he pressed on he would fall to the possibly greater numbers of the enemy. A few more hours his friends would have to wait for freedom. A few more hours would be all they would have to wait, if they could hold on that long....
When he awoke, there was some stirring in the camp, but he payed it no mind. He had business to attend to. He took some rags from the building and wiped the kobold's blood from his shield and scabbard. He washed his face and hair in the horse trough. He meditated and prayed that Maros would bring him strength in the day to come and that Glory be won this day.
Stepping toward one side of the camp, he looked toward the direction of the mine. He held his shield at his side and let the wind blow through his hair. He smelled an unfamiliar scent in the air and turned to notice the others talking to someone new and Tessa had left them. He walked over and eyed the man as he quickly drank a bowl of the soup Kane had likely prepared. Nodding at Kane acknowledging the thanks for his efforts in cooking the soup.
Mervin, is it? I'd love to continue with the pleasantries, but there are others who need our help. We've little time to waste with talk and such. I take it you'll be traveling with us in Tessa's stead. You can explain yourself on the way. James, and Michael, you'll stay here and hold the fort until we return no doubt. Stanng takes his old sword and one he'd taken off the body of the kobold and gives one to each man.
We'll be back as soon as we can, try not to make it look like you are here and hide if necessary.
Turning to the others, he expressed his need for suggestions:
Kane, Wil, Hergunna... How do you suggest we proceed? Should we make a quick search of the mine and secure it before moving to the other side of the island. What say you?
OOC: I'll have my sheet leveled up shortly.
Back to camp -
"Hmmm, ok yes, so the mine is a big scary place now? Stanng your friend is in there? Maybe he is still ok? Maybe they are torturing him. Maybe he dead. No matter what we should check, if he's alive, we save him, if he's dead, we crush whoever did it. Sound good my friends?" Kane says calmly as if the crushing of creatures was as natural as chopping firewood.