Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20171212045950/@comment-26383377-20171224093540

The scouts were now on full clean up duty. They were stripping the crocodiles of their loot and dumping their bodies. They were also dealing with the corpses of fellow fallen scouts.

"The crocodiles, why do they only attack when it rains?" Akata asked Tiral. She took a seat on a nearby barrel, and picked up a wet rag, which she used to clean the blood off of Inheritor's blade.