Paul's Kingdom
Finding it most prudent to simply follow the creek back upstream, you begin the trek back to your house. There is no reason to take any unecessary risks today; you could just as easily make your kingdom tomorrow instead.
With minimal bruises and slips you make it back to where you fell in the creek in one piece. Your friends appear, frantically calling your name.
"Are you alright, my King?" Q'iol asks, a frown appearing on his face. You cannot discern whether the frown is from worrying about you or seeing you alive.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just a slip I had. Still, it sorta scared me. I think we should go home and work on killing the Yuras another day."
"Good choice, my lord," Varro says. "But if only you'd listened to me before, we wouldn't be in this mess." He shoots an icy glare at Q'iol, who smirks.
"I also think a fresh start tomorrow would be a good idea," Restuit nods. "Besides, it's very close to nighttime anyway."
You return home and decide to work on your kingdom another day. Ah, the joys of procrastination.
With minimal bruises and slips you make it back to where you fell in the creek in one piece. Your friends appear, frantically calling your name.
"Are you alright, my King?" Q'iol asks, a frown appearing on his face. You cannot discern whether the frown is from worrying about you or seeing you alive.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just a slip I had. Still, it sorta scared me. I think we should go home and work on killing the Yuras another day."
"Good choice, my lord," Varro says. "But if only you'd listened to me before, we wouldn't be in this mess." He shoots an icy glare at Q'iol, who smirks.
"I also think a fresh start tomorrow would be a good idea," Restuit nods. "Besides, it's very close to nighttime anyway."
You return home and decide to work on your kingdom another day. Ah, the joys of procrastination.
