Llaars

Llaars moves forward to help the weary paladin with his burden. As they move toward their camping area, his expression sours and his hand finds it's way to his stomach. "I don't know about everyone else, but I can't remember the last time I slept outside... or ate. I'm so hungry I could wrestle a deer with my bare hands." He runs his free hand through his blood, sweat, and muck encrusted hair as he speaks and gazes toward the river. "Think it's safe to visit the bank of the river for a bit?"