Wildrun: Growing Turmoil

[ChapelCanaan]

Chapel preemptively dons his helmet- between the events of the night before, the scene behind them at the farm, and heading further into the unknown, his soldier instincts are all but thrumming, the silence of the surrounding pastoral setting ominously deafening.

He follows, staying close, off to the side and a little behind Caeleth, glaive perched on his shoulder, hand relaxed but ready. He keeps his senses trained on the grove ahead and the land spilling out to either side.

Spoiler: Perception Roll

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Perception (1d20+3)[16]