Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140927163426/@comment-5166523-20141006143614

Gwiriel stays at the back of the group, a few paces behind Svana. He draws his bow.

He doesn't trust the mountain- something doesn't seem quite right about it to him.

''The mountain is enormous. But there's something wrong, something unusual''.

He spends most of the walk up looking behind him, checking for enemies.

''Far too many ambush points should a bandit decide he wants some more loot. Some good archers on those cliffs and we'd all be dead before Fjork could draw his sword''.

Spotting a wolf eyeing the group, he puts an arrow through its neck.

Can't take any chances- it's getting dark.