Session XI: Into the Wild, Part I : Eriamas Delvito

Eriamas lay prone in the alcove pulling his blanket over his frostbitten body. The smell of burnt hair and rotting fish hung in the air around him but he was too tired to move let alone change. Starring at the ancient stone work he wondered how he'd thought this trip was ever a good idea. He puzzled why it was that, things just went awry when he worked with Markus and his associates. Maybe he was right the last time he left, perhaps he should go it alone.
Vilsaran returned from collecting more of the freakish brown mould which had caused Eriamas to be in this state.
Eriamas shuddered....
There was nothing Eriamas could put his finger on as being wrong with Vilsaran but the mission had certainly become more complicated by his presence. He'd heard his protestations about plotting ambushes with the Island's fauna but Eriamas had brushed over it hoping his influence would be missed by Markus. Eriamas simply wanted to go home to Elenkess. They were clearly out of their enviroment and no matter what lay back in his home city it wasn't nearly as bad as camping and eating dried meat rations here.
"Is there anything I can do?" Vilsaran enquired.

Eriamas grunted.

Vilsaran lay down behind Eriamas wrapping his arms around his shoulders in the hope of keeping him warm. Eriamas shut his eyes, it was weird but he was too tired to protest. Besides Eriamas appreciated the gesture more that he'd like to admit.