As they moved on downstream, the slight trickling became louder. Fahymari expected as much. She’s not sure how as nightfall claimed the distance just as plant life still covered the water just so.
Her fearless leader remained quiet aside from the axe chopping away larger overgrowth from their path. He was deliberate with his movements which made her wonder just how she should react to setting up camp somewhere. Would he kill her in her sleep?
She rolls her fist full of stones around in her fist trying to decide if it was worth a roll or if she had to wait to claim the action before moving out to do so. She cringes at the thought. It would be telling, wouldn’t it? Should she also roll dexterity to see if she had a chance to avoid the swing of his mighty axe? Fahymari pondered that too. W
