Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-25684606-20200114220234

“The Riordhan is still out there, isn’t he?” Asked the operator, obviously relieved that Sawyr had stopped shouting like a lunatic. “Can’t just drive off without him.”

The tree was around fifty meters tall, its bark slick with moisture and the further up he went, the thinner and more brittle the branches got. Hard, rough leaves tugged on his skin and the uneven, rugged bark would dig into his hands. Once he had reached the top, he was roughly half a dozen feet above the fog, spotting little more than other tree tops around him and faint blue line of mountain tops in the distance, those ahead of their current position slightly larger than those surrounding him.

Edward’s treatment would proceed swiftly and without issue, the preacher’s skin pale and no more dirty than the trooper’s would perhaps be. The wounds were relatively clean and smooth, Kuzvert’s blade having pierced the skin with terrifying ease.