Into the Ruin

Thomas glanced over his shoulder. The two bandits had a clear sight of the path, and he knew their crossbows could hit the carriage. He guessed that, if he were to make his way over to the hill, he would find another bandit corpse. 'I did not smell anyone by the hill. I guess my enhanced sense of smell has a limited range. The only reason I smelled these two is because they went from left to right. I smelled their passage.'

His stomach growled. He eyed the bandits. He knelt down and grabbed an arm. It was frozen solid, like the rest of the body. He sighed and patted down their pockets for some meat. At the very least they might have chicken or some venison. What he wouldn't do for a strip of bacon.

Nothing. The bandits had nothing.

He cursed. 'I guess they would be after more food than coins, given the time of year.'

"Thomas," Doevm said through the mental link, startling him. "How is it going? Did you manage to find anything?"