Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

He’d underestimated just how sore he would be. Two days ago, yet the daggers felt just as fresh as they had the morning before. 

He was unsure if the voice had been a dream, or was responsible of rousing him, but hearing the shuffles of others moving toward, he was fairly confident it had been real. 

An exhausted sigh escaped the old man, and he gave a brief stretch upon fully rising, motion limited by his body’s complaining. 

He followed along, stopping a short distance away to assess the area. His mind was very much still waking up.