Otiroth and Metea had separated in the wee hours of the morning, so they could attend to their last obligations.
Otiroth had been honestly sad at their parting. Their trek through the mines had drawn them closer in ways he could not have expected- and to think, he was once annoyed by her tail pats! Now, well... he could only imagine how their travel on the road would bring them closer. A strange thing to think about, before they went on an adventure that could well end in their deaths.
No. He would not let anything happen to her. Not while he lived.
The sorcerer joined Dain, insofar as anyone could ever 'join' the mysterious ranger. He leaned against a post nearby, waiting for the others to arrive.
The firey-haired man had come in a meticulously well-tailored gambeson- no doubt he had simply left it at home before their trip into the mines- and had a pack at his back. His crossbow was now strapped at his side, though it still did not look particularly well-used! He was a far cry from the ranger in nearly every way possible- but there was still fire in Otiroth's eyes. They were, perhaps, both men that should not be messed with.
In regards to their path northwards, though, Otiroth would defer to the ranger's expertise. He could read a map and a compass alike, but he was no woodsman.
"That path could well take us past some settlements. We will be able to restock- up until the mountains, at least," Otiroth added. "And those north of us may have some information on the Sands, as well." Information they needed? Maybe, or maybe not. If they could get a local to spin them a tale without worrying announcing their purpose- it could be worth it!
Otiroth had been honestly sad at their parting. Their trek through the mines had drawn them closer in ways he could not have expected- and to think, he was once annoyed by her tail pats! Now, well... he could only imagine how their travel on the road would bring them closer. A strange thing to think about, before they went on an adventure that could well end in their deaths.
No. He would not let anything happen to her. Not while he lived.
The sorcerer joined Dain, insofar as anyone could ever 'join' the mysterious ranger. He leaned against a post nearby, waiting for the others to arrive.
The firey-haired man had come in a meticulously well-tailored gambeson- no doubt he had simply left it at home before their trip into the mines- and had a pack at his back. His crossbow was now strapped at his side, though it still did not look particularly well-used! He was a far cry from the ranger in nearly every way possible- but there was still fire in Otiroth's eyes. They were, perhaps, both men that should not be messed with.
In regards to their path northwards, though, Otiroth would defer to the ranger's expertise. He could read a map and a compass alike, but he was no woodsman.
"That path could well take us past some settlements. We will be able to restock- up until the mountains, at least," Otiroth added. "And those north of us may have some information on the Sands, as well." Information they needed? Maybe, or maybe not. If they could get a local to spin them a tale without worrying announcing their purpose- it could be worth it!