Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-16100664-20131112215921/@comment-24081142-20131113234356

Hrafnir drags the dead mages out of the cabin and a safe distance away, so their blood won't attract wolves to the group while everyone is sleeping. At the same time, he searches the bodies for anything of value. He keeps a plain, but well-crafted, hunting knife and a few herbs and ingredients, and piles up the rest for anybody who wants it - along with a couple of healing potions, for anyone who was injured in the fight. Then he sits down beside Ji'ikgar and studies the map.

"So where are we headed?  And does this 'golden god' mean anything to you?"