Re: (IC) The Village of Korthos
After a period of fitful sleep, his dreams plagued by marauding white dragons, disapproving sun gods with stern warnings and hissing sahuagin priests, Fin reluctantly opened his eyes. Nope, you're still not on the streets and bridges of Sharn, Fin my boy, he thought to himself as he struggled to sit upright.
He rubbed his neck and decided that perhaps using his backpack as a pillow might not have been one of his better life choices. He blinked a couple of times as his vision came into better focus. It appeared that it was only him and the spellcasters in the room. Pouring a bit of water from his skin into one hand, the rogue splashed it on his face and came fully awake.
He looked at both Brankx and Cumarinda, who each appeared to have been awake longer than himself. Standing, he stretched before bending to pick up his back. "Not exactly the most luxurious accommodations, but the rest was much needed. Right, so I suppose we'd best be getting on with having a look around," he said as he shouldered his backpack. "Anyone know where the muscle ran off to?" he asked with a weak smile.
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