The next morning Amukelo woke up cold. The fire had died down, but his wet clothes from blood and dird had dried up, so he wasn't freezing anymore. He felt a little bit better, though, he still had pain in his
There were two melee fighters, one clad in robust leather armor reinforced with metal, wielding a broadsword, and the other also in leather armor moved with agility using his simple longsword. A mage, cloaked in flowing robes, chanted incantations, directing bursts of arcane energy at the golem, while an archer in lightweight leather armor, nimble and focused, let loose a rapid succession of arrows aimed at the creature's more vulnerable joints.