Make Camp #10

“Our best option is to camp here,” you say, resigned.
“What’s eating at you?” asks Dorbane, “You seem…worried.”
You have a nagging feeling inside, alright. “If soldiers of Andilain are committing crimes against their own people…” you dread the very thought, “Then where will that leave us, once we get to Andilain? I came to fight against evil, not join it.”
“Its something we need to get to the bottom of,” says Valda reassuringly. “I’d wager these are rogues, so don’t count out our countrymen just yet.”
It makes sense and you nod—but the uneasy feeling doesn’t go away.
Valda pats your shoulder. “I’ll take first watch, since I’m the most refreshed. She winks at Dorbane.
“You really creep me out when you suck people dry like that,” he shudders.
She grins at the Kutollum and makes smacking sounds with her mouth, “Tastes like chicken.”
“Seriously,” Dorbane winces, “Eww.”
You laugh.
Riffling over Gunther’s corpse, you collect his weapons and coin. You find a sizable bag of silver. Payment, perhaps? This a lot of coin to be carrying around. Leaving his body at the base of a tree, you gently move the hostages closer to the fire, where they can be watched, kept warm and safe.
Valda does take the first watch. Like a forest cat, she silently climbs one of the nearby trees, disappearing among the leaves. If anyone tries to sneak up on the camp, they’ll be in for a surprise.
Dorbane curls up with his axe by the fire and immediately drops off into slumber.

With a little effort, you set aside your concerns and close your eyes…go to page #11
Something about this whole situation bothers you deeply. You go for a walk to think it through in private. Go to page #59