Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26065062-20161214123007/@comment-25901581-20170105210500

Elestan Larcalaite wrote: He leads any who follow along animal trails, barely visible, and sometimes it seems as if there's no trail at all, saying barely a word. At the end of the march, well past sunset, you seem to be covered in thorns and dirt and happy to sit down around a fire, yet the cloaked man seems the same he did before the march. You stop in a small clearing beside a small, rocky stream. "No fire tonight, or for the next few days until we get them off of our trail completely. And keep a tight hold on rations, we won't be able to stop and hunt or replenish our stores for some days. There's a permanent camp some fortnight away where my friends can give us some provisions and we can decide what to do with you lot. Watches will be 4 hour long. I'll take the first, Grumbling Father over there will take the second and Humpty Dumpty the Squire can take the morning watch. The watchpost will be that gnarled ash beside the stream. Oh, and don't forget to fill your waterskins, you'll be wanting those tommorow, believe me." Nox fills his waterskin with the water of the stream, takes a drink, then fills it up again.

He then brushes himself off, wraps himself in a cloak, and lies down beside a tree.