Somehow, I actually managed to get Robert's wounds to seal themselves like clean stitches. The rest of the group ganged up against the fighter, Trey firing off some magic bolt with the force of an arrow. The fighter fatally took it in the chest and tried to hold himself, blasting off curses as a pool of blood seeped into the dirt. Everyone seemed mildly confused as what he was referring to, but I only seemed sane to myself. "I reckon he was referring to us as hunting game, but never-mind that." Post-fight, the smell was horrible. Blood was obvious, but no one really noticed the smoke that was waft around the air, combined with what could be described as 'overcooked flesh.' Robert wandered off to the horizon, his eyes staring into thousands of yards as we didn't even bother picking at the corpses. I mean, it would be helpful, but... for sentimental reasons, we just abandoned the area. I looked back at the vicious aftermath of fighting as we moved on, doubtful travellers would imagine the remains as self-defence.

I was lost in my own thoughts as we trekked on, my feet numb and my hands heavy. I was weary of most things from here-out, dusk cutting across the sky as if the only torch was blanketed. The journey was certainly more dangerous than expected, and it was a miracle we weren't cut down in our prime. Robert seemed very distracted, though coherent enough to ask for a fire as the darkness enveloped us. Dorisma demanded we forget about what happened and just let the princess ponder (whom I actually forgot about, somehow), as she wiped a radius clean of rocks or stray branches so that we could doze off. I was more or less against the idea of ruining my clothes against the ground, but given what happened today I was more than happy to just fall down flat. I wasn't too grateful for our survival, in all honesty. Sure I robbed people blind with illusionary chances of riches, but it never fell down to cutting away lives and mutual survival.

"Oh, you called?" Trey mentioned my name with his distinctive voice, apparently compelled by guard duty and asking we'd switch shifts half-way through the night. "Well... I had a rough night today. I was supposed to learn how to heal (and I managed that fine), but I found myself in a valley with bruises and two other men. I think I'll sleep properly for the night." I spoke about my night, still unable to remember crucial details about it. Something about saving a kid, but that was it.