Acknowledging the man in the mask with a nod, Max turned to Sten. A mass of muscle, the man before him was built like a stone outbuilding.
‘A day’s hard ride on a horse loaned to me by Corvin’s kin brought me from from Montombre’s castle to Saxton. Leaving the animal there, I finished the journey to the tomb on foot, through Fenring Forest.’
‘I have an insatiable wanderlust and so as well as being necessary to fulfil my promise, entering Vallandr’s resting place also presented an opportunity to slake my thirst for adventure.
Now that they are closer, the party will see a man, certainly not as heavily muscled as Sten, but one who appears fit and healthy. He wears brown leather armour, obviously used but also well maintained. On his back as well as a small back pack and bedroll he wears a sword, its blade slightly curved whilst in his right hand is a loaded crossbow, which like the armour appears as though it has seen action but has also been cared for.
Max consider’s Corvin’s offer. ‘If your companions will have me, an opportunity to explore further would be most welcome’.
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