[ jayce hasn't been hanging too close to the convoy due to his noticeably staggering size and an appearance that one would rather burn at the stake. the geiger counters go wild with this one, lads. the rotting deer-thing hanging around provided shady areas just exudes magical radiation of an infectious sort. the kind you don't want to touch, or breathe, or by gods look at.
he does stir at the thrumming sound of background noise– a tv show, but to him is just a bunch of noise out of nowhere. now where the hell is that coming from? the stag's rotting skull peers out from under the canopy of a valley tree. only its ears move to search for spund. the eye sockets seem to lack eyes. ]
around the convoy (but jaybe a bit beyond)
he does stir at the thrumming sound of background noise– a tv show, but to him is just a bunch of noise out of nowhere. now where the hell is that coming from? the stag's rotting skull peers out from under the canopy of a valley tree. only its ears move to search for spund. the eye sockets seem to lack eyes. ]