Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24001601-20140909234838/@comment-16669347-20140922001819

Aasim rubbed his left arm, he had been hit with an elven mace during the battle. ''Damn, I think it's broken. ''He thought. He walked over to Varbaril. "What do we do now?", Aasim asked.

"Now, we leave. You're driving the wagon.", Varbaril said.

"We're taking the cart?"

"We weren't going to at first, but we have to bring our slain comrades' bodies back. Their families should know."