Astaire Falistari
I couldn't fall asleep in this damned town. I had the strange sensation something was watching my every step! To help it, Anthony disappeared to the northern most part of town, near the keep and what looked to be a temple! I feared for his life, since we know not what lurks among this damp isolated place. No one would ever come to help us if something would happen, considering how far we are from civilization.
"Well, coward, what are your options?!" Samwell yelled at me, angry. "Leave Anthony to die?! He saved you from those men!"
"We don't have anything to do here! If he wandered off without us, he is better off without us!" I shouted back, quite scared of the man, though.
"What if he had done the same to you when you was dragged away? Left you to die! Besides, he has the fucking map! He can walk the hell out of here perfectly! I am not a traitor, and even if I was, I would need him!" Samwell threw and old table that stood between us at me with a kick, as he left and slammed the door. The table threw me back, breaking with impact, I should admit, that did hurt. A lot. I tossed the shares of the bow broken table aside, as I stumbled towards the door if the house where we had stayed the night. When I walked outside, amidst the cold nebula, I could see in the distance Samwell walking away with heavy steps, his sword drawn. I started to follow him, though the table had hit my knee with strength, and it hurt whenever I walked.
I figured I wouldn't make it there in such rhythm, so I took the decision as for what I would do next. "Samwell! Wait for me!" I shouted, hoping he would listen to my plead.
He didn't bother to stop, and so, with the pain that had overtaken me, I fell, groaning of anger.
Samwell Alster
Even though I heard Astaire's groans and calls, I ignored him, for it would teach him a lesson as for what I told him.
I kept walking, hearing towards the keep. As I arrived in front of it, something in the temple called my attention. Its doors were open. They were not open last night, and today they were. Anthony had obviously went in there. I walked into the place. The offering chest was still open, even though they should always be closed. A little father from the altar was what would lead to the tombs, and the door was, too, open. I walked into the place, where at the end of a corridor was a door that had been turn open. Even though I feared for my integrity, I entered the tombs, where at the end of a stairway was a decomposing body that had been hit by countless arrows. Oh, fuck, undead I thought to myself, recognizing why the body was there. "Anthony! Where are you?!" I shouted in desperation. Undead were hard to kill, and Anthony could be in danger.
Anthony Locke
I heard a shout echo across the tombs, and though I could not recognize the voice, it called for my name. The trail of undead left behind me was more than enough for someone to find me easily.
I stood ready, curiosity driving me to the depths of this tomb. As I walked downward the place, I was ready to come. The undead raid ceased, or at least it seemed so. In any case, I would quickly find out, in this town of death.
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