Yup you're done

With moves like that there’s no way you can best Baxter. You grip your side in pain. As Baxter approaches you spit your words like venom.

“Fine, you fuckin’ win.” Baxter pulls out a small scroll and recites something written. You feel your wound begin to heal and your armor seal, fixing itself.

“Good, now that you’re done… whatever that was, get back to camp they’ll need you there.” Swallowing your pride you depart avoiding eye contact with Baxter.

While walking your way through the woods you make out the sound of an owl. It hoos in a consistent steady pattern 10 times before falling silent. You consider it’s significance as you reach the edge of camp. You pass Petra’s tent as she joins you exchanging a few words as you head over to Krest.