[hr][h3][color=Silver][center]Argentum[/center][/color][/h3][hr] Argen takes a deep breath his body jerks awake. His eyes darted back and forth over and over again looking around the now missing table. He instinctively checks his hands, his feet, and all of his limbs. Now he looks around at his surroundings, thinking he was in that dark gambling room, yet it was just a simple room. He took a deep breath and sighed as he then sputtered out, [color=silver]"Fuck me"[/color]. Argen began reequipping his gear, finding his own hands shaking. Even if he was now warm and rested he felt something take hold of him and drain him of some energy. He knew this well, fear. He sighed as he had finally found himself in a worry again, another venture that seemed to have been doomed from the start. Hell with that bad hand, it always seems luck never favored him, even now. Yet, at least something good came with their rush, they were found. These thoughts had to wait, he needed to find everyone else, if they were to be found that is. He knows if he survived someone must know where they are, maybe he can find something, or someone. Hell some food would be great, even though he ate everyday, he found it slightly lacking in weight, and didn't help when he had to work like a maniac to push the cart. His body only knew one thing at some points, survive. He pushed through the snow as a plow for the cart and felt his body grow weak yet didn't allow a single shift as he knew to stop is to die. And they all nearly did, even if the pushed it seemed like some being was trying to kill them. That no longer matters all that matters now is to find out who lived and where he is. After all, it would only be smart to understand how far are they away from the city, as it would be worst if they are unable to make it back. After all he has a debt to pay.