"Going deeper into the forest will get us killed."
The scent of burnt wood still lingered in the air as the last embers of the campfire was out.
Right underneath a giant Burworl Tree was a party of six; a large man with a stern face and a broadsword in his hip. He wore a set of rusty, steal armor and had on steel-toed leather boots.
He sat on the root of the tree staring at the map in his hand.
His lips parted as he replied,
"Malady's Garden is a large place. We'll be fine as long as we stick relatively close to the outskirts."
"You will get us all killed, Garrick!" One of the other six hissed. He was a slender man dressed in armor of similar make and quality to the first man called Garrick. However, his choice of weapons was a pair of short swords attached to his hips and a crossbow attached to his back.
Garrick frowned. He raised his gaze and turned his glare towards the slender man,
"Obed, I hope you realize we'll be dead if we do not complete this mission."
