<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/ezmhf7/young_rogue.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Rumar</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1515561)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>7/7<strong>AC:</strong>14 (<strong>T:</strong>11,<strong>FF:</strong>13)<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<strong>Speed:</strong>30 / 30<strong>Perception Bonus:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Following group into burnt village<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Urnina, Ahum<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rumar hated walking. Especially such a long distance. It was tiring and boring. His walking cane made it easier. But still not great. After what had happened, years ago, to Ahum's friend, he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to help save people from meeting the same fate however. When he got there and saw the village already in ruins he stopped, wide eye'd, and leaned heavily on his cane. It was probably the only thing keeping him from falling over in fact. So many people. So much life. Each with their own quirks and interests. He was saved from contemplating such thoughts for too long however, as his stomach decided to revolt. He ran to the nearest bush and threw up.<br/><br/>When he turned back to the road, Ahum and Urnina were already heading into the village. Ahum had said something to Rumar while he was thinking earlier but he hadn't heard it. He took a second to compose himself and make sure he wasn't too unclean before hurrying to catch up with the others. He could hardly stand the smell of death as they approached the village.<br/><br/>Rumar swallowed hard before responding to Urnina about the villagers, "They did indeed. They fought bravely."  After thinking a minute, he asked his brother, "Okay. What now? There's a trail but it could easily be a trap. We can't just let them get away with this though. And their numbers will be as weak now as they ever will. Not to mention that might have gathered prisoners in need of a rescue. These people need a proper funeral but we don't want to let the trail go cold." Rumar sighed and took a second to gather his thoughts, "Maybe we should scout out the trail first? At least get a solid idea of where they are hiding before rain comes and we lose the trail entirely? These people...." He swallowed hard again, "They are gone. They can wait for vengeance to be had before they receive their funeral."