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Urolem gathered his skulls, trinkets and various other accessories into a black burlap sack, he gulped at the smell of cooking meat escaping from the other tents nearby, every member of the Ferox Legio warband occupying themselves with their own thing, whether that be sharpening their blades or conversing about their past and future victories.

 

After exiting the tent he pulls up his murky green colored pants, Angbad’s keen eyes take notice of this and comments on his loss of weight “Lat be gettin’ skinny, sumdin’ wrong?”, Urolem’s shallow eyes peer towards the desert as he begins to speak in a monotone voice “Nah brudder, fastin’, journey ta be had”, he then begins slowly pacing forward as Angbad puts a hand to his chest, halting him from moving further “We am Waaghband, us journey tugedder.” he says, Urolem replies “Da spirit journey am to be wandered alone, me shall return soon.”, Urolem says with a sincere smile, Angbad sternly nods as he then retreats back into his tent, he doesn’t give Urolem's venture a second thought.

 

Urolem then stuffs his pipe with some exotic herbs and throws his burlap sack over his shoulder, dragging his feet through the sands as dusk falls upon him, he then finds an isolated spot as he lays out his shamanistic kit before him, folding his legs together as he keeps his arms dangling to his side, his gaze piercing as he mutters to himself.

 

"Tik ta gu huntin'."

 

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