Taking a short break at the pond to survey our surrounding, we looked out across the grass to find any roaming mud-n. Thankfully, unlike the slis hiding in this pond here, mud-n were not ambush predators and instead preferred to roam openly.
The wind and light rain on the grass made things difficult to spot, but far off in the distance we could see the bending of grass that looked more like wading of an animal than that the rhythmic patterns made by the blowing of wind on the field.
We set off marching in that direction, Orion drawing his bow and nocking it while taking a position next to . We ca up, stopping perhaps only 50 ters away, now able to see the head poking out from the tall grass. The mud-man stood barely four foot, coming up to our waist in height, its mud body completely featureless except for the dull earth colored core positioned squarely on its face, looking a bit like a cyclops' eye.
When we were ready, Orion drew, aid, and fired one shot. Hitting it squarely in the chest and drawing its attention. The mud-man ambled towards us through the grass, slowly at first, then picking up speed over ti until Art stopped its montum with a spear through the gut. I walked up and stabbed it in the 'eye', spearing the core on my blade as it struggled briefly to free itself. I pried the core out with my knife before handing it off. We'd split the earnings evenly at the end.
"Strong little bugger
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