Tyler Tieran |PF| *Their hunch had been correct. Travelling at night, once it had cooled down, had earned them a reprieve of sorts. The necromancer must not be nocturnal, because so far everything he'd thrown at them had come during the daylight hours, or early morning. Sipping from the water pouch Aryk threw at him, he scrubbed a tired hand over his face. They'd been walking for hours. This time, he was clearheaded and coherent enough to be able to say it definitely was hours and wasn't his perception of time being warped by dehydration and overheating.*
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