Yeah... everything around him either dies or, if it's already been dead, undies. Or it just turns into a death trap like the forest.
[Between the Lands of Rot and the Forest of the Fisherking he'd almost always choose the former. It's easier to cut down skeletons and zombies than to avoid inhaling mind-addling spores and evading limb-ensnaring plants!]
The problem is that happens in such a wide radius. Even with a dozen people or more looking for him it may take us days, if not weeks--
[He breaks off as something draws his attention in the water, but at last second he tears his eyes away and fixes them on the nearest island instead - only to tense up. He could swear that there's a humanoid person moving through the reeds in the darkness, but after his false alarm earlier he wants to be sure before saying something. He slows down the airboat to an even more cautious speed and narrows his eyes.]
It's all good, this week took me out too!
[Between the Lands of Rot and the Forest of the Fisherking he'd almost always choose the former. It's easier to cut down skeletons and zombies than to avoid inhaling mind-addling spores and evading limb-ensnaring plants!]
The problem is that happens in such a wide radius. Even with a dozen people or more looking for him it may take us days, if not weeks--
[He breaks off as something draws his attention in the water, but at last second he tears his eyes away and fixes them on the nearest island instead - only to tense up. He could swear that there's a humanoid person moving through the reeds in the darkness, but after his false alarm earlier he wants to be sure before saying something. He slows down the airboat to an even more cautious speed and narrows his eyes.]