Section 7 - The Aftermath

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TheTick

Zedric leans against the wall of the entrance room, rubbing his temples, which Quoth the raven pecks at bugs on the ground.  Yiki is swinging the new (masterwork) battleaxe around experimentally.  Imfei kneels on the stone floor, either lost in thought or praying.  Taggart shrugs and checks the weather again.  The rain has eased up, and he can see the clouds thinning in the distance.  By midday the rain is a drizzle, and there's a bit of blue sky mixed in.

The team decides to move on towards their original destination, the port city of Seawell.  It's a two day journey, assuming no more hurricanes or zombies...
Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception!

Sputnik314

Ah seawell, I'll be able to find my first of 12 ryther pearls. I can't wait!