Aeonid woke, wincing slightly as he got an eyeful of sunlight, he reached up, runbing the back of his head, feeling the mud and blood that matted his hair.
"Hmm...hmmm." feeling an odd burning sensation he looked himself over, moving slowly, and noticed the knife, his own knife, the one he kept handy incase he had to cut a horse loose, sticking out of his left calf.
"Hmm....that hurts, also don't remember that happening....oh." he looked to his left, his horses were gone, probably wandered home, his wagon was in ruins and the crates that held what he was supposed to deliver were gone as well.
"Well shit..." Flopping back the big man looked to the sky, sighing softly."Right, so it was the half breeds, or I was going to fast when I got away from them....lucky me, there goes all that coin, and all the time I put into making that crap." He grumped and sat up, pulling the knife free, and instantly regretting it as he used ever curse he knew, in ever tongue he knew.
Pushing himself up, he looked around. Limping to the wagon to search for anything of value he could use before he started the long trip back.....but first he would banfage himself, no use getting yelled at...again.
