Re: The Road to Phandalin
A tingling sensation went up Maldor's spine. The adventure is beginning!
Getting onto a wagon isn't the easiest of tasks for some of his teammates. If needed, Mal would assist anyone up into the wagon he was assigned to. The taste of egg still sat in his mouth. Not Clara's cooking from The Black Scarab, that's for sure. But the food was appreciated by someone who had so little in this world.
Once he boarded, Mal would chose a spot where he could get out quickly. He was hoping for no problems on the way to Phandelver. But, just in case, he and his new greatclub would be ready.
And, of course, he spent special attention to Marianna. The thought of harm coming to her sank heavy in his gut. How would he continue if he failed on his first job out into the world?