After hearing that, I felt even more troubled… that kind of feeling was really annoying. In the end, there was only one option, but it wasn't possible: Run away from this mess of a legal situation.
Before long, many sahuagins began to pass by us, and the river was moving a lot thanks to them, but we didn't notice anything odd with the camps. The river was around one kilometer away from the camps, so it made sense. Adding all that to the darkness of the night, it would be difficult for the dwarves to notice them.
Eventually, we reached the coast, and the smell of the ocean filled my nostrils. The sound of the waves at night sure was calming, but the darkness of the ocean was still nerve-wracking. When we started to gain speed, Roskarl made the raft go to the beach with his magic… that was pretty convenient… While I thought that it would be more fun to focus on a physical build, using magic was pretty cool as well.
