Into the Valley of Death

Early this morning I awoke to a shuffling sound coming from one of the other tents. When I went outside Klaus was examining the third of our four tents and there was a definite shadow moving around inside. We stood like this for about fifteen minutes, listening to something clutter about, cursing, scuffing its boots, when Klaus decided to just knock it away from its pegs and reveal its intruder.

Robert.

He looked horrible. His shirt was mostly rags and he had several cuts on his face that looked like he had gotten whacked with branches. His hands were calloused and burnt and his hair was patchy at best, but his eyes...his eyes were the worst. Robert's eyes were bright and alert and yet somehow clouded over, and it scared me. I haven't seen him like this ever before.

He didn't notice us, though, until he had found what he was looking for - a small black leather satchel. I don't know what was inside; originally it had a first aid kit but it could be anything at this point. When he had the satchel he stood up straight and looked at us with disdain for a few moments before turning and shambling off to the southwest, in the exact opposite direction of the forest. Klaus threw a few rocks at him, but I honestly don't think Robert felt anything at all.

Then I looked at where he was going. There were some old stone buildings in the distance - ruins. And they hadn't been there before.

Everett out.

Miss me?

Not like I was gone my dear children...I am always watching from the sidelines.


Shall we commence to play our game? Because I have some fun for all the family in mind!