09-21-2015, 05:51 PM
Portho looks at the fallen ranger and can come up with no explanation what may have occurred to her at a cursory glance. He simply cannot fail to notice the fact that no nasty spider bites nor traces of spider web surround her remains.
He doesn't find any signifcant wounds on himself either so he thinks it must be thirst and hunger taking their toll on him. The water burns his throat, however, and fails to swallow any jerky or other dry meal. It takes a painful lot of time to soothe his throat, tiny gulps at a time, minute bites of the softer pieces of food, and he glances around occasionally for danger.
Upon one of these glances his gaze falls upon the elven girl once again and driven by the faintest idea awakened within him by her unusually pale skin, he draws closer once again to take a closer look. And then he finds them: two tiny wounds, caused by piercing weapons-- not unlike wolf's bite. It doesn't take too much time for the bard to recall mysterious legends of blood-sucking undead.
Better be careful.
He doesn't find any signifcant wounds on himself either so he thinks it must be thirst and hunger taking their toll on him. The water burns his throat, however, and fails to swallow any jerky or other dry meal. It takes a painful lot of time to soothe his throat, tiny gulps at a time, minute bites of the softer pieces of food, and he glances around occasionally for danger.
Upon one of these glances his gaze falls upon the elven girl once again and driven by the faintest idea awakened within him by her unusually pale skin, he draws closer once again to take a closer look. And then he finds them: two tiny wounds, caused by piercing weapons-- not unlike wolf's bite. It doesn't take too much time for the bard to recall mysterious legends of blood-sucking undead.
Better be careful.
