The Adventurer was up first, as was befitting for the new Captain. The men were called and raised from their beds early; the road was still long. Sleepy faces started to surround the new Captain; breakfast was quickly made, and the men ate in silence.
Until that silence was broken as the Ranger came running.
"Murder! There's been a murder in the camp! They've killed the Druid as well!"
The old venerable elf lay in his tent, face down. The cause of death was obvious: a gaping wound in his back. Evidently, someone had stabbed him there with a knife.
A search of his tent yielded some
red herbs, which the Druid carried around with him. Other than that his belongings yielded no oddities, and certainly nothing that suggested the Druid had ever served another master than the late Captain, which led the men to conclude that
Then, the Berserker came running towards the Adventurer.
"Sir, we have another death! It's the Battlemaster, TheForestAuro! He has been frozen in his tent!" The Adventured ran towards the tent, the rest of the Company followed behind him. The tent's view said enough; it was covered in ice. This was not by natural causes.
Within the tent, they found the Battlemaster, his face and limbs blue from the cold. There was nothing they could do.
The Battlemaster carried no odd items in his belongings. Neither was any incriminating evidence found, so the men found that
And just to top things off, the weather was evidently feeling malevolent as well. The Illian weather wasn't known for being very forgiving, but it seemed as if Mulcarn himself was throwing a blizzard at the Company. The walk home would be very long indeed.
If they ever got home.
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