Jeridoon releases the massive mound of dead flesh. The dead horse thumps to the ground and he mutters something in gnomish. Having grumbled to himself he straightens up and apologizes to the group for fumbling the investigation.
"I spend too much time on me own and I forget what it takes to be a team. Forgive me, please, if you will. Also thanks fer the howl of distraction, Drodin. Might be I owe you a swig and a goblin knuckle!"
With that, the gnome plops down on the ground and reengages his wineskin. The last swig flits down his throat and the satisfaction of a half drunk buzz, partly from battle and partly from the dregs of his wineskin, settles into his being. He waits for the company to complete their investigation of the battle scene.
08-30-2017, 09:49 AM
