[Fortunately for him, it seems the maps coordinates are taking him away from those two figures! Not delaying anything by talking to his dear, departed wife means that they don't get close enough to see him, either. And better still, she doesn't cry out for him, though as he turns to leave, she lets out a last shaky, mournful sigh.
For now, he's free to traverse along the river and away from the piked heads. Rainclouds are converging off in the distance, close enough that they'll probably end up over Sieghart's area sooner rather than later, but he remains dry for now, save for the nasty noggin fluid he got on him earlier.
As he continues to move forward, he'll eventually come to a point where he has several options which all seem to go in roughly the same direction the map pointed him toward.
One continues to hug the river. It appears to have very little by way of obstacles, though that also means there isn't much cover in case he bumps into anyone who happens to be moseying along the banks at this hour.
One veers up the bank and toward the buildings up above. Though most of the shops are clearly shut down for the night, one still seems to have its lights on. It's difficult to read the sign without taking a closer peek.
One takes a middling way, neither hugging the river nor going up the bank. It seems to offer some moderate coverage, though it's hard to discern where this path leads, since it eventually heads towards foliage rather than buildings.
Where does Sieghart, abandoner of his lovely wife, go?]
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For now, he's free to traverse along the river and away from the piked heads. Rainclouds are converging off in the distance, close enough that they'll probably end up over Sieghart's area sooner rather than later, but he remains dry for now, save for the nasty noggin fluid he got on him earlier.
As he continues to move forward, he'll eventually come to a point where he has several options which all seem to go in roughly the same direction the map pointed him toward.
One continues to hug the river. It appears to have very little by way of obstacles, though that also means there isn't much cover in case he bumps into anyone who happens to be moseying along the banks at this hour.
One veers up the bank and toward the buildings up above. Though most of the shops are clearly shut down for the night, one still seems to have its lights on. It's difficult to read the sign without taking a closer peek.
One takes a middling way, neither hugging the river nor going up the bank. It seems to offer some moderate coverage, though it's hard to discern where this path leads, since it eventually heads towards foliage rather than buildings.
Where does Sieghart, abandoner of his lovely wife, go?]