[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras was surprised to see Wratt had survived the sinking. He looked a soggy wreck. The mercenary nodded to his employer, who nodded back, then continued to the beach. He looked around to try and find any dry driftwood, but he found nothing. Disappointed, he turned back and made his way to the fire. He saw that Wratt had stripped off his armor and boots so that they could dry. He probably would've stripped off his wet clothing had there been any blankets under which to warm himself while his clothes dried. The party of disgruntled survivors was all around the fire, savoring its heat. The green squire doffed his helm at last and joined them.

Amid the crackling of the fire, Tiras noticed something... off. He couldn't say for certain why he felt that way. It was like he was hearing something, but it was just soft enough that he couldn't make it out.

"Did someone say something?" he asked the group, looking at each of them. He stood, leaving his helm on the ground as he looked around. His hand found his sword.

Suddenly, he saw it. Two points of light in the dark under the trees.

"Company," he said.