362 Just a corpse

The carriage slowed to a stop. Thomas stood but nearly fell back into his seat. He might have woken up but his legs hadn't. He wobbled out the door and was smacked by the evening sunlight. "Olpi, what gives?" he groaned. "It's not time to make camp yet."

Olpi pointed thirty feet down the path where a shortsword jutted out of an unmoving form, half-buried by the snow. "What should I do?"

Thomas shrugged: "Just go around it."

"Wait," Olpi exclaimed. "W-we're just going to leave it?"

"What's the situation?" Doevm asked, craning his head to get a better look.

"It's just a corpse," Thomas waved him off as he sat next to Frey, who smacked him in the back of the head and walked out of the carriage. "What's his problem?"

Doevm sighed: "I'm glad we got you out of that mansion, young master Virility, because if we hadn't, you'd never be able to differentiate naivety from apathy." He turned to Elero. "Guard Olpi while the three of us examine the corpse."