Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170118000950

"It's George, George Macabee. I can lead you on the path, but we best be careful, in case my brothers mistake you, come," he makes a move for the ridge of the dugout, clambering out and waving at you to follow him, "It's not far, I promise."

You start walking across the dune, the ground rough and marked by the scars of artillery fire. The sky is getting dark, the sun fading behind the mountain range you are slowly trudging towards.