The new guy, who recently introduced himself as Miles suddenly assumed that I had some sort of combat plan against whatever's doing this... and he assumed that I actually planned on fighting this thing. "Plan? I'm just trying to survive, and that dragon stronghold, and those mountains are going to help me do that. I'm not planning on fighting some sort of eldritch horror," I tell Miles, who still looked like he was trying to hide something. I assumed that he wasn't going to stay with us, and was probably one of the civilians, speaking of, the mayor just announced that we're leaving right now, and just as well, I don't want to spend too much time idling. The road was oddly free of humans for a while, and the corruption seemed pretty far away thanks to us leaving in the opposite direction from it. For once, nothing attacked me or my allies. For once, there was a bit of peace, and it was nice. I actually had time to notice the small details in things, such as the random overturned wagon in the middle of the road, and the ox skeletons nearby it. I was going to search the wagon for anything useful, however, Backstabs apparently had the same idea, and she got there first. Apparently the wagon was already looted, as in, nothing was left, at all, and the wagon itself was broken. I had time to notice the fact that it was a cloudless day, and very warm, which was obviously nothing but good for a kobold like myself, though I could notice some of the ogres and trolls sweating... not to mention I could smell them, unfortunately. I both hoped that this peace and quiet could last for the entire trip, and knew that it wouldn't... of course, that doesn't mean I couldn't enjoy one of the few moments I wasn't getting attacked by this or that ever since I started adventuring.