humble minion
Legend
"Arriha, get the straggler! We can't let him warn the rest of the tribes that we're coming."
Garak unslings his lance. With his other hand, he reaches into a belt pouch and retrieves a pinch of earth. He moistens it with spittle, then smears it on his face in a crude runic pattern, while muttering pleas to the spirits. (He casts divine favour on himself.)
OOC: To clarify, the current position is: one gith stopped, where Arriha saw him (the one who pointed upwards), one headed away, and about half a dozen headed towards us. Am I correct?
How far away are the gith from our group? Are they in sight? Do they appear to have realised Arriha was not alone?
Garak unslings his lance. With his other hand, he reaches into a belt pouch and retrieves a pinch of earth. He moistens it with spittle, then smears it on his face in a crude runic pattern, while muttering pleas to the spirits. (He casts divine favour on himself.)
OOC: To clarify, the current position is: one gith stopped, where Arriha saw him (the one who pointed upwards), one headed away, and about half a dozen headed towards us. Am I correct?
How far away are the gith from our group? Are they in sight? Do they appear to have realised Arriha was not alone?