FitzTheRuke
Legend
While Harb and Myrral quickly climbed down the east side of the road and began to work their way through the heavy overgrowth toward where they had last seen Ukee, Dellrak climbed down the stairs on the western side and headed to have a look around the seemingly-abandoned campsite. Qawasha and Weed caught up to him, having fallen behind the rest, and they too looked about the campsite.
At the center of the camp, a scrap of dirty yellow cloth hung limply from a crude wooden flagpole.
Dellrak opened the flap on one of the weather-worn yurts to find nothing more than torn backpacks and rotted sleeping gear. What food stores the campers had brought with them were now spilled, raided by vermin, and what little remained was mouldering and foul.
Qawasha and Weed had been checking the other yurt, and Weed squeaked and brought to Dellrak what it had found: A weathered letter that was just barely legible.
At the center of the camp, a scrap of dirty yellow cloth hung limply from a crude wooden flagpole.
Dellrak opened the flap on one of the weather-worn yurts to find nothing more than torn backpacks and rotted sleeping gear. What food stores the campers had brought with them were now spilled, raided by vermin, and what little remained was mouldering and foul.
Qawasha and Weed had been checking the other yurt, and Weed squeaked and brought to Dellrak what it had found: A weathered letter that was just barely legible.