>>5883154After another day of marching, you arrive at the mountain range that Jim spoke of. Even you had never been to this part of Rusalka before. Treacherously steep mountains encircle a large, green valley. Up above are multiple dark crevices in the rocks, some of which are large enough for a human to fit through. Your first thought was that you were in the perfect position to be ambushed. Still, Jim said these rebels would likely find you before you found them. Rather than both exerting effort as well as putting them on alert by searching through the mountains, you decide to camp here for the night, confident your encounter will come soon thereafter.
“So, this is your home.” Ingrid muses from across the fire. By now, night had fallen, and many of your comrades were readying themselves for sleep. “It reminds me a bit of Faerghus. Mountains and hills, with remote villages interspliced here and there. It’s no wonder you took such a liking to our country.”
>“We aren’t a terribly interesting county.” You admit. “There are hardly any cities here like you’d see in the rest of Adrestia. No arts or culture or anything even close to resembling Enbarr. All anyone ever seemed to really care about was mining ore and fish. Hardly anyone carried particularly high aspirations. Still, the folk here are good people. And hard workers at that, who simply wish to live a good, quiet life.”“It makes sense you’re such a good fisher then!” Diana adds. “If that was all you had to do to pass time, it’d be only natural!”
>“By the Goddess what I wouldn’t do to go fishing.” You sigh. “So peaceful and quiet. No one trying to kill you. Well, except for the sharks. But they’re pretty rare.”“Sharks?” Scratch asks next to you.
>“Sharks, tigerfish…eels. The ocean around here can be quite dangerous. I once saw a grown man dragged right from the shore. He’d have been a goner if my father hadn’t jumped in to save him.” You smile, recalling how cool he had looked at the time. And how surprisingly tasty the shark had been.“Maybe Rusalka and Faerghus are a bit more different than I thought…” Ingrid mutters.
“Well, hard lands breed hard people.” Scratch muses. “Ain’t no surprise you came out the way you did when you had-” The bandit stops mid-sentence. Her eyes seem to be transfixed on something directly ahead of the two of you, hiding in the nearby brush. Even in this level of darkness, you knew well that it wasn’t one of your band.
>“That didn’t take long.” You mutter under your breath.“There’s a blade in his hand.” Scratch whispers. Given her former profession, you had faith in her night vision. “Might mean trouble. Want me to deal with it?”
Whoever it was, they were lying still, watching your band.
>A): Continue to chat amongst yourselves and see what they do.>B): Send Scratch to deal with the intruder.>C): Deal with it yourself. (DEX+SPD: 79% chance to succeed). 