<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Day 1</strong></span><br/><br/>"Gods!?" Vwyn spat muffled underneath his featureless black helm as he approached the halfling, "You think that they follow Gods?" He nodded towards Rysinder and Anton, "Oh, and what great benevolent masters they are to have blessed us with such a<strong><em>feast.</em></strong>"<br/><br/>He kicked the doe, revealing some of its blackened fur as it slumped over, "Bwahahahaaa!" He swung his arm around Arngrim's shoulder- it was colossally heavy. He barely even had to extent it, either- Arngrim might have been tall for a halfling, but Vwyn would have been tall for a half-orc. The weight of his iron arm was oppressive, "I didn't take you for a believer, cynical as you are about it- but I'll join your little chat."<br/><br/>True enough, Rysinder went to work purifying the corpse of its corruption. The flesh would never return to its pink and red tone, but at least it would be cleansed of some of the tainted discoloration. Still, most people did not like to eat the flesh, even purified like it was. More than once had a cleric's magic failed him at the most inopportune of times. For all of Angrim's efforts, much of the felled beast would go to waste. No doubt in time, the supplies they brought with them would run out and such a meal would not be unappealing.<br/><br/>"Don't let Vwyn browbeat you into becoming his friend." Myrunue said, smiling as she approached. She was an attractive human, dressed from neck to foot in a knight's armor. It hid her body well, though her features seemed lithe and nubile- a tanned face, freckles, green eyes and bright blonde hair often tied in a bun or two, depending on her mood... Her weapon of choice was a massive bow, nearly nine feet in length. She often had it hanging from her horse, the thing too cumbersome to carry around. None of them had yet seen her draw it in anger.<br/><br/>"An interesting weapon you have there..." She said, appraisingly with a smirk as the Black Iron Knight left the two to conversation, "But I'm not so sure it's as precise or trustworthy as a good bow. Don't those things have a habit of blowing up in your face?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, I saw a boy pick one up once. Tinkered with it, thought he could figure it out. Then-" Grant smashed his pack with his fist, "Bam! Shot himself in the gut."<br/><br/>"Did he die?" The King asked quietly. The inquisitor shook his head, "No. A tough lad he was."<br/><br/>"Please." The archer said, turning back to the group, "We should introduce ourselves as well. I am Myrunue of the Knights Giantsbow. You<em>know</em>what I can do with it. I've decapitated men and beasts with it- slain demons. I might not be the strongest man here." She turned her head mischievously towards Vwyn, now sitting down with his helm removed, smiling wide, "-But I assure you, there is no one who can draw that bow but me."