the whole time we were setting up he was just watching me.
The people here are staring at us like those vultures in the wastes. While taking stock of the caravan, you've inadvertently walked into a debate between Oddleif and Eyvind.Īnd I think we need to get out of here. You reluctantly set up camp in the sinking town. The beach is bare, aside from the occasional skeleton of a ruined fishing boat. Juno isn't here, and you get the creeping feeling you're not welcome, either. "Where is he?" He runs to the front of the caravan, looking out over the water. On the 96th day, morale immediately tanks again. Most of the new Renown goes into Krumr again, increasing his Strength to murderous heights. Hilariously, the only person around who can wield the mighty ass-kicking gloves is Eyvind. Good news! Loot! Renown! Morale went up a step! He leans in close, whispering so Ubin can't hear "Had something to do with a raven's nest and a hair tie." "And if you apologize, I'll tell you how I found these," Krumr says, tossing you a pair of leather gloves that look big enough for a varl. Should be another day or two at least before they even find their own asses." The mother admits that she had always known her daughter was ill, and everyone moves on. She died of disease." You report the news to the caravan. We're down to single-digit supply days again.Ī healer joins you in inspecting the young girl's corpse. Krumr and a good many varl warriors head out toward the growing army of dredge.ĭay 96. Not exactly in the mood right now.Īlright, then. You coming, Yngvar? You could ask Bellower for your arm back.ĭon't think so. In the old days, I'd already be halfway to the battlefield by now. I'm never happy to lose more varl, Krumr.Ĭomments like that remind me, I've already wasted too much time doing nothing. How about some gratitude? Thought you'd be happy to finally be the oldest varl in the land, Ubin. This one thinks he can just wander up there and throw them off our tracks. The warriors were just noting that there's a damn good number of dredge on our asses.īellower puling up the rear. A lot of old history getting thrown around here. Have you never heard about the time I hit Bellower in the head with a throwing axe?Ĭareful, my friend. When you did this "a hundred times", did they have Bellower leading them? They follow you into the hills, get lost, now they're not following you. Take some warriors, plough head first into the dredge. I did this a hundred times in the great wars. I give it to Krumr.ĭon't even know what you're worried about. The Brooch is a great item, reducing all Strength damage by 1. If we don't get involved, a few women take it up of their own volition, but are isolated from the rest of the caravan. If we argue to leave it behind, some varl kill it. If we put it to a vote, the caravan leaves it here, but alive. "From the goddess herself, if you ask me," the woman tells you.įor the record: This reduced morale, but we're already pretty much at zero there. An inscription on the silver almost slips your notice: persevere. "Its swaddling was being held by this," she says, giving you a hair pin that looks distinctly un-dredge-like. Not long afterwards, one of the women comes to you. Some of the women in the caravan hesitantly agree to take in the dredge infant, while others are furious about bringing it along. You argue strongly for showing mercy an humanity.
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