"S'abit creepy here," Clyde remarks.
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"Do you want us to wait with the cart?" Clyde asks.
"Fair enough," Clyde says, taking bites of his meal.
Clyde takes a key. "I will see you in the morning." He adjusts his pack and heads to the room indicated on the key.
Clyde yawns. "Wouldn't hurt to try our luck."
A few minutes later, Clyde emerges from the back. "Are we ready then?"
Clyde nods in agreement. "Let's get cleaned up and see how far we can get before the sun sets. I don't think we want to be on the road in the dark."
"I'm sure if we came across a city, we could get a map there," Clyde says. "But it's all countryfolk around here."
Clyde nods, holding the door open for everyone. "Can't let too much time slip away."
Clyde opts to walk as they move through town. He looks down at the ground. "Must have taken Maynard a long time to inscribe every stone."
"Guess the old priest ought to have reinforced the walls," Clyde mutters.
Clyde also takes stock of the surroundings.
"You'd figure a place like this would've been better kept."
Clyde opens the door to the manor and peers inside.
"I'll go ahead...just in case," Clyde offers.
"Glenshire sounds better," Clyde remarks. "They probably realized that at some point."
Clyde points to the building that caught his attention. "It...the carriage has been through here, but no one seems affected. I think we need to look there."
"This is all new for me," Clyde says. "I agree that we're going to need some direction soon, though. We're looking for a cleric who's probably long dead in some town that isn't around here...all for a clue that might help with dealing with that carriage." He sighs. "Wherever it is now..."
"We'll see you in a while then."
"We better rest up," Clyde says. "Maybe we can get an early start."
Clyde lets out a contented sigh as he comes in from the chilly air.
Clyde rubs his arms as they walk, trying to get some warmth into him. "Hope we find a shop in the next town. I could use a warmer cloak."
Clyde returns a few minutes later, a dour look on his face. "I hope dinner is hot."
"Guess it's my turn then," Clyde says, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
Clyde gestures to Rosie.
Clyde whistles. "He changed his tune real fast."
"We will...eventually," Clyde says, supportively. "This isn't some fairy tale where the problem is solved like that." He snaps his fingers and the sound echoes in the church. Clyde briefly turns red out of embarrassment.
Clyde groans. "I think we ought to spend the night here. I don't think I could do any more without some food and sleep."
Clyde looks utterly lost. "Well, the town's over there, but how do we get back to it?"
Clyde pockets the brass ring and heads back out to the hall.
"Think we ought to take that?" Clyde says, pointing at the brass ring.
"Well, the gods will have to forgive me for this," Clyde says, setting his shoulder against the door. "But the more time we spend down here, the more time that carriage has to get away or hurt more people..."
Clyde shrugs and looks around as well.
"Of course."
Clyde goes to try the handle.
Clyde sheathes his sword. "I agree."
Clyde steps forward and attacks the zombie that Aiden attacked. ;
Clyde wraps his legs around the rope and slowly drags himself across the chasm. "I hope there's another way out of here."
"Well, this ring's been here a good long time," Clyde says, pointing out his discovery. "Might be the sturdiest thing on this side."
Clyde looks around, not sure what else to contribute.
"I've got rope about as long as that gap," Clyde says.
Clyde wanders over to the pit. "I don't know if we can to the other side. We definitely can't jump this."
"You sure didn't waste time flinging stones at them," Clyde remarks, sheathing his sword. "Though I'm glad you didn't."
Clyde moves over to flank with Shadow and attacks a little less recklessly this time. ;
Clyde rushes forward, drawing his blade in a downward arc against the skeleton that Rosie hit.
Or that's how Clyde would have liked it to go. Instead, he trips over his own feet and stumbles right in front of the undead horror, his blade loosely held in his hand.
Clyde looks around warily.
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