Bart keeps foraging ahead, gaze on the ground. You continue on. Fatigue builds, but you can’t afford to stop. Then, after about 2 hours, perhaps a little after midnight, Bart suddenly stops, almost falling forward in an effort to arrest his motion. Before you, there is a somewhat cleared area. And another tower rises from the center of it.
Rikard Castleberry: Oh look, a tower with land around it.
Casdegere Constantine: Damn.
Rikard Castleberry: Hmm, a tower we can walk up to, possible enemies about, anyone else excited?
Rikard Castleberry rubs his hands together and stretches out.
Mistress Bianca: If this means that we are closer to our goal, I am…hopeful.
Casdegere Constantine wipes his sweaty, grimy face exasperated.
Bart slinks down low to the ground slipping his hands into the soft earth.
Casdegere Constantine silently, he looks at the guey mass upon his hand and wipes it upon the dirt and mud that already coats the chain on his thigh.
Bart: They went towards the tower.
Mistress Bianca: Excellent. Lets go quietly Rikard.
Rikard Castleberry: Quietly, so, no charging in?
Casdegere Constantine draws out his sword and flips it so that the blade rose up his arm.
Bart whispers to the earth-mother for wisdom in the upcoming confrontation.
Casdegere Constantine moves forward, warily.