Camping in the open is nothing new to him. Though he prefers having a roof over his head, Dismas can deal with it. Silently he sat outside on a log, watching the flames of the campfire dance around and move. Behind him was his tent that he shared with the others. It was a bit cramped for his liking, but it would do for the moment.
Truthfully he thought these people would have more in the way of supplies, but beggars can't be choosers.
His ears twitched with each crackle and movement beyond the camp. Years of banditry had honed his senses for anything out of the ordinary, whether that be bears, or something else. It also helped that he had set up alarms around the camp, strings of bells that could go off at a moment's notice.
A lifetime of crime had taught him many of the benifits of cynical preparedness.
{4}
Ah, yes, the Carta, a group of smugglers, rapists, murderers and thieves. People that he is well accustomed to. Dealings with the group in the past left some very sour tastes on his tongue, of course. But the money that working with them was often worth the jobs and risks that those jobs brought.
Of course this wasn't going to be a pleasant reunion, he has a new employer now. A new purpose in his wretched life. Of course most of them have been cleared out by now, and any remaining would probably rather run than stick around, it would either be deal with the Inquisition, or deal with the darkspawn.
At least the Inquisition you can strike a deal with.
Quietly Dismas went off to start looting corpses and digging up anything he could find, perhaps even pocketing some of it for himself. With any luck he could get a bit of an...early payday. That is, so long as no one rats him out.
Dismas the Highwayman || Darkest Dungeon || DA-AU
Camping in the open is nothing new to him. Though he prefers having a roof over his head, Dismas can deal with it. Silently he sat outside on a log, watching the flames of the campfire dance around and move. Behind him was his tent that he shared with the others. It was a bit cramped for his liking, but it would do for the moment.
Truthfully he thought these people would have more in the way of supplies, but beggars can't be choosers.
His ears twitched with each crackle and movement beyond the camp. Years of banditry had honed his senses for anything out of the ordinary, whether that be bears, or something else. It also helped that he had set up alarms around the camp, strings of bells that could go off at a moment's notice.
A lifetime of crime had taught him many of the benifits of cynical preparedness.
{4}
Ah, yes, the Carta, a group of smugglers, rapists, murderers and thieves. People that he is well accustomed to. Dealings with the group in the past left some very sour tastes on his tongue, of course. But the money that working with them was often worth the jobs and risks that those jobs brought.
Of course this wasn't going to be a pleasant reunion, he has a new employer now. A new purpose in his wretched life. Of course most of them have been cleared out by now, and any remaining would probably rather run than stick around, it would either be deal with the Inquisition, or deal with the darkspawn.
At least the Inquisition you can strike a deal with.
Quietly Dismas went off to start looting corpses and digging up anything he could find, perhaps even pocketing some of it for himself. With any luck he could get a bit of an...early payday. That is, so long as no one rats him out.