I've picked up a tail Raugar mused, as the sound of steady footsteps continued to follow him from the pier through the ruins. He wasn't being shy about it either, but maintained a tactful distance which was a good sign. From brief glances over his shoulder it looked like a half orc, but he couldn't be certain in the dimming light. Whoever they were, Raugar doubted they meant him harm, and he didn't blame them for following the only civilised thing in sight. It was as sound an exploration strategy as any. He didn't know if they could be counted on in a fight, but perhaps they could mutually benefit from one another, so he let them be.
This unspoken arrangement continued as he meandered through the dead streets and decaying buildings, being careful not to get disorientated. He took what looked like they had once been the major roads, occasionally stopping to try and figure out what purpose a building had once served, or to try and glean something from the rusty remains of former adventurers, to no avail. he headed towards the nearest visible landmark, a large bell tower, Eventually nearing it enough to notice it belonged to some kind of stone temple. A last bastion of solidity that hadn't rotted away in this profane place.
Storm's coming he thought, eyeing the dark clouds looming beyond the bell tower and sniffing the air. The temple would provide sanctuary for him to wait it out.
The stench hit him like a brick just as he rounded the corner onto the thoroughfare towards the temple, making him gag, even after spending so long in the putrid city. Something huge and dead lay across the road, whilst large
things crawled over it, tearing hunks of meat from the whole.
Looks like it came from the water... how did it get up here? he wondered as he watched from a distance, unsure if he had been spotted by the creatures or if they were simply content to keep their distance as long as they were allowed to enjoy their meal undisturbed. In any case, they were blocking the entrance to the temple, and that meant they were in his way. Here at last was his first trial. He was almost glad of the chance to finally release some of the tension that had been building in him since entering the city.
Reaching a decision, he drew his blade, planting it point down in the ground, as he looked back and waited for his silent pursuer to arrive.
"I trust you know how to use that" he said warily as he approached, gesturing to the half-orc's own sword.
"First them, then the temple." he said, gesturing down the road at the monsters.
"Are you with me?"He had to hope the two of them would be enough. Although... perhaps it was a trick of the light, but he thought he saw another figure watching the monsters from a different entrance to the road. He couldn't be sure though, because at that moment he was distracted by the last thing he thought he would hear in a place like this.
Is that... music? 
Lurking Krog