Rolled 9, 19, 8, 2, 17, 9, 4, 10, 3 = 81 (9d20)
>>5317897>>5317891>>5317827>>5317812>>5317791>>5317788>>5317774>>5317756>>5317702>>5317700>>5317615>>5317594>>5317586>>5317550>>5317531>>5317523>>5317516You turn towards the forest, watching the elf-human disappear nearly seamlessly into the trees, passing without trace, He will be difficult to track, maybe impossible, if you don’t follow him (or send a force to do so) immediately. If he escapes, so does word of you, your race, and what you’ve done here. Can you really trust the kobolds with such an important endeavour? They have been… Sporadically useful, but you can’t say that this evening ahs left you greatly impressed with them as an organized force. They are hunters, though…
Your musings are cut short when your gaze falls back to Glowie, curled up in a ball, clutching her wounds in silent, unconscious misery. She might be a bug… She might be a rival… But she just saved your life. She’s your… Your…
“Do not fear, Friend,” you whisper, kneeling close. “I will save you.”
You let the kobolds depart in pursuit of the half-elf, which already seems to be their default strategy in absence of your orders to the contrary. You hope and pray that they will succeed… But this is not where your own attentions lie. Instead, you are scouring the bodies of the adventurers slain for resources which can help you fallen friend and first lover, bleeding out before your very eyes.
Glowie WILL NOT die! You will not allow it!
