[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Walking away from Ntaj’s tent towards the others
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] On standby[/center]

Ntaj would have celebrated slaying the ghost, but there wasn’t any fanfare. The moment the creature was killed, it exploded into blood, drenching Keystone, himself, and anyone else unlucky enough to be within the splash zone. The blood reminded Ntaj that he was stark nude and very cold. The heat of battle had allowed him to ignore most of the negative effects of being naked at night, but Ntaj’s blood-soaked body brought this harsh reality back to him. Shivering Ntaj didn’t notice anymore enemies right now but there could be more soon. First thing’s first: dealing with this cold. He went back over to his tent, dropping his flail on the ground to pick up his sword. Then he reached inside the tent and took out one of his furs to wipe off all this blood.

At this point Ntaj’s rage was slowly dying down. He felt the few wounds on his body, but what was worse was the fatigue. Tapping into his primal rage was a taxing on him, and while it granted him a burst of strength it also made him weak afterwards. He’d like nothing more than to crawl back into his tent and sleep, but until all the danger here was dealt with there would be no rest. Picking up his choppa Ntaj slowly walked his way back towards the others, holding a clean fur blanket for anyone who needed the warmth or to wipe down.