Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5543592-20191011192416

The tribal didn't seem to be able to hear Naomi across the babbling of the river or over the distance, although he was aware she was trying to communicate with him. He jabbed his spear down river, westward, in the direction they were headed, and then drew a line with his spear between the two of them.

"Think he speaks English?" Josey wondered.

Harriot lacked the sight of a hawk and the nose of a bloodhound, so all she saw was water and wasteland, none the wiser on what that horrible stench could be.

And horrible it was. The oldest, stinkest beefy scent one could imagine. It was like some magic door had been swung open and the stink of pure, unadulterated rot had leeched out into the world. The coolness rising off the water was no longer comforting, instead now smelling like the after leavings of chilled vomit. It was horrendous.