The Outskirts of Kalgorith
IC: Eisicin Lizaeus
After hours of travel, hiking, climbing, all in the opposite direction of their last skirmish(after a mildly successful raid on Kobold food stores), Eisicin and his band of refugees gladly welcomed the cooling sensation of the rain. Pulling down the hood which normally shielded him from sunlight, he stopped for a moment, putting his tan face to the sky, allowing his head and hair to be drenched in the water, washing most of the days sweat and filth from his head.
Stopping for a moment to assess the situation, he thought about Kalgor, and his experiences with other dragons in the past. He worked through the logic in his head, and stopped his party to speak to them.
"We've been on overall good terms with dragons in the past," he said. "And if this Kalgorith we have heard of is worthy of a temple built by mortals, he might not be the murderous type. I do not pretend to have all of your best interests at heart, and so we will take a vote. Stay outside, or see if the cave is welcoming."
Eisicin looked from his best friend, Skiq, to the others in the group. Silone, the mute warrior. Then to Isaian, the young archer of only 15, and to Boraf, the 'cook'(in other words, his food tasted revolting less than the others). To Jai, the dark-skinned blacksmith, perhaps the most welcoming in the group, and to Ieolo, the cocky warrior a bit younger than Eisicin, who was in Jai and Seaster's group. Seaster, the least trusting of Eisicin's leadership who merged his group of three with Eisicin's about a year and a half after the revolt which led to their freedom. To Forst, the Dwarf pirate from Roldaki who Eisicin found wandering in a desert after a shipwreck, and to Oivar, the oldest of the group, a veteran legionare, exiled from the Human nation. And to the final member, Skiq's brother, Yesuil, a bit older than Skiq but overly bothered at times, for what reason, none of them knew.
As he looked over his group, he waited for their response, and/or debate.
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