Journey to the South

In the end, I made my way south alone. In spite of thirty five new quest points, it felt somehow as though I had failed. It was two days before I crossed a stream. I drank myself into a coma, and then drank my fill again when I woke.

[Well Fed] was in remission, but none of my other traits seemed impaired.

The road was only a little beyond that, littered with naked corpses both sun-brown and red. All were hobgoblins. Looking about, there were pieces of leather straps and wooden splinters, and even a discarded leather boot (It was only sixteen nutrition, but it was more than nothing).

The tracks showed that one group had fled south, and the other had proceeded west.

From what little damage the crows had done to the bodies, it was only a few hours past. That or the crows had reason to be picky.

I smacked my lips, but was strong enough of will that I didn't need to share their food. Let the crows have their meal, mine was further along the road.