[h3][color=00a651][b][center]Malkus[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=00a651][b]Location:[/b][/color] Road north of Salarn, hiding but close to the camp.
[color=00a651][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] No one.[/center]

Malkus sat on the cold, somewhat wet ground. He covered the wound in his arm with his hand, press it so no more blood came out. It wasn’t so bad that it was particularly crippling, but it was painful. And like any wound, he should do his best to treat it. He still had some old cloth that was relatively clean to make a makeshift bandage, but that was it. He’d have to just let his body to the rest of the work. Tearing off a strip of the old shirt he pilfered from so long ago Malkus sat there. He couldn’t lie; he screwed that up himself. He knew his fear of others was silly, more so if he ever actually wanted to get close to anyone, but emotions were hardly a logical thing. He wanted to be with Sona, but he couldn’t bare the thought of being denied by her friends and allies. But at the same time he also hesitated to accept these feelings he has for Sona, thinking that they’re nothing more than lust for her body and the emotional support she could provide. Which admittedly was something he wanted, but not something he could just force someone to give. Sure, orcs may have a long history of rape and forcing themselves onto women, but Malkus wasn’t going to play up those stereotypes. “Morals” weren’t really his thing, but he has some standards.

Sitting there, shivering, Malkus wondered if he should make a little fire for himself. It was getting dark so he didn’t have to worry too much about the smoke giving off his position, but obviously the fire would. Being a half-orc who looked more human than orcish, both sides of this conflict would kill him with little provocation. So Malkus may need to sleep on embers tonight. Sighing, the half-orc got up and took out a metal bar from his back. His traveler’s any tool, a handy device for traveling vagabonds like himself. Folding a few metal pieces out Malkus made himself a machete with the tool, using it to cut through the brush and gather up some wood. He knew that fresh wood would make smoke and take longer to burn, but he wasn’t looking to make a roaring fire, just something to keep him warm.

Malkus eventually gathered enough wood to start a small fire for himself, but also came somewhat close to Sona’s camp. He knew he was getting close and it was only so he could watch her. He felt ashamed that he was going to let fear make his decision, but he couldn’t just walk into the camp and expect things to be okay. He was certain that Sona would at least have some issue with him coming back after making such a scene leaving. Malkus should have turned and left. He should have walked away and forget about her and her people. But instead Malkus stayed hidden but also near by. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but could still hear them close, and from his hiding spot he could see their fire. 

Malkus wouldn’t be able to make his own fire without making some noise however; he could use his traveler’s any tool to transform into a fire piston. A fancy thing he saw back at Neverwinter City which he has made before using the tools, though he’d much prefer tindertwigs. Simplier to use and explain. No, without a fire Malkus just had to wrap himself tighter using the poncho Sona gave him. He sighed and looked at the camp from his hiding spot. He supposed now was a good time to take a nap as any.