Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5543592-20191011180602

Josey woke when the sun's warmth was on his face, the sunlight leeching through the fibers of his hat.

He pushed up onto the top of his head and sat up. The morning air was cool.

"Everyone on your feet, we gotta lot of...." He tappered off as he noticed something. Far across the river, there was a man on horseback. His clothing and ornamentation was tribal, covered in feathers and beads. He held a sort of javelin in his hand, not unlike those that had been thrown at them by the wolf tribe the day before.

"It's an Indian." Josey said, surprised by the man's appearance.. "They're supposed to be extinct."

The rider raised his spear to them in a salute, a greeting.

Harriot and Wilkes were awoken by the same sunrise, but something less pleasant than a friendly face. An atrocious smell was wafting down the river towards them, foul and rotting.