[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

"Hm," Tiras crossed his arms with a muffled clank before shrugging and walking further inland. "Whatever. We're wasting time arguing over what ifs. Let's go."

The squire snapped off a branch of decent size, then tore off a long strip of his cloak. He frowned at the necessity (the cloak was originally Sir Verde's after all), but affixed the cloth around the broken end of the branch. The make-shift torch was then shoved in the fire until it caught. He walked further into the forest, travelling what he approximated, based on the night stars, to be south and west. There were many thickets of dense foliage in these forests, and while he did not see any new morphs, he kept an eye out and a hand on his sword.

At last, he came upon a large clearing. Perhaps a field? The forest opened up around the base of a mountain. There was a ruined garrison at the edge of the forest, and further beyond, a large, rotten snag that had fallen over. Even lying on its side, the tree was still taller than him. The squire looked around the area, trying to catch any golden points of light in the dark. He knew, however, that if there were any enemies on this island, they had already seen him and his torch. He raised the torch over his head.

He saw them. At least a hundred yards out. He couldn't tell what their weapons were, or their attire, but he saw spots of deeper shadow and the glint of glowing golden irises. There were a minimum of four he could see.

Tiras drew his sword. He grunted.

"Great. More of this."