06-27-2018, 10:01 PM
Riesig and Drevin both converged on the same area of the forest at the same time, finding a terrified looking man in a sleeveless jacket barely holding a large long bow. He glanced over his shoulder towards the converging pair... his face turned ashen.
Arl's prisoner didn't seem to be capable of breaking his bind, which might have had to do with the murmuring Randall's lips were doing. Apparently the Guardman was not a terribly adept caster.
"Rum... back pocket." muttered the bandit.
Arl's prisoner didn't seem to be capable of breaking his bind, which might have had to do with the murmuring Randall's lips were doing. Apparently the Guardman was not a terribly adept caster.
"Rum... back pocket." muttered the bandit.



