Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-12599067-20140209020453

Eirik groggily opened one eye as the man's head sailed through the air and landed at the foot of his bedroll, and let out a yelp as he spotted the crossbow aimed at his head. He rolled aside and struggled to free himself from the confines of the bedroll, which had wrapped itself tightly around him, cursing and flailing about as he struggled.

It was at this time that Volarano heard yelling coming from the camp. He had been hunting for something to cook, and had been able to hunt down a deer as well as properly skin and bleed the animal, as he had been planning to make breakfast before anyone awoke. He immediately dropped the bag in which the meat was being kept and began sprinting towards the sound of the commotion, drawing an arrow from his quiver as he did.