Nova Peak [m] Cloister of St. Glinda

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Backdated to directly after the group thread. He's looking for @Dagur but all welcome!

Face bloodied and sides heaving, Dirtwater Fox retreated to lick his metaphorical wounds and curse the inability to do the same with the physical. He was reminded, again, why it was never a good idea to involve himself. Life went on the way it would all the same. As if he was never there at all.

He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

After a time he found a water source to clean his bloody face, already lamenting the scars that would surely take the place of his wounds. And what had it been worth, in the end? The thief had slipped right through his grasp as if made of water. Dirtwater Fox remembered the moment almost like a fever dream; slow motion, ineffective, ultimately useless. Had Lonesome Dove not believed the same of him?

More time passed. He picked himself up and searched for the sentinel.