Roger
First Post
"Brigands or not, there may well be a bounty of some sort for creatures such as these." Ragnikyr pulls out a short sword and hacks off the heads of the two dead foes. He stows them somewhere discretely on the horse. He then cleans his weapons, gathers them up, along with his lute, bedroll, and other belongings, and is ready to travel or wait until dawn.
"At the first signs of light, I think we should be on our way, gentlemen."
"At the first signs of light, I think we should be on our way, gentlemen."