Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190618154203/@comment-28718853-20190911102454

(Jeiel)

"What!?" Forjod groaned, dismayed that they aren't back in the tavern, "I thought for sure I was getting us back to the tavern!"

"Did you think about it hard enough?" Rix asks, clearly annoyed with her husband's mistake.

"Yeah I did!" Forjod claimed, knowing for sure he thought of the tavern when he opened the portal.

"You're on patient duty," Rix says as an ashamed Forjod walks over to the group and takes her place at helping to carry the girl.

"Let's just focus on finding somewhere safe to hide right now," Dravela suggests, sensing that something is definitely off from the looks of the people and the uncanny appearance of the sun in the sky.

"I'll look for one," Rix volunteers as she picks up the scissors and searches for a place the group could hunker down and recuperate.

She eventually spots a storefront that appears to be abandoned judging from the clear signs of wear and tear and the boarded up windows.

"There, that could work," Rix suggests, pointing to said storefront.

As the group moves the girl toward the dilapidated storefront Dravela whispers to herself, "Death City. What an appropriate name for our dwindling situation."