#KAJSASKD

[zilmdat]

* @deadhooded ! ❝ he’s dead. he won’t bite. ❞

yes, dead as a doornail, in fact. the man's skin is greying, a mess of broken bones and putrefaction but it doesn't hide the mark he once wore, and it's one that matches his very own - a flaming fist. it causes james to scrunch his nose, the only sign that this has any effect on him at all. " they could've at least moved his body off the road. " the man spits out, booted feet crunching against gravel as he begins to trail past the corpse.

" there's an inn nearby, we should start there and see where this guy takes us. " he adds with an aggravated sigh. " and hope we're not walking into an ambush. i'm not in the mood to fight off cultists or creatures looking for a brawl. " truth be told, he just wants a tall glass of ale and a bed to sleep in for the night. perhaps even the warm exhale of a fire so he can dry his currently soaked underclothing. gods, or a bath - the thought makes him groan aloud, kicking at a long forgotten crate of rotten fruit that sits aside the trail they were hiking up.