Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-11457306-20140120003812

"I'm sorry I asked," said Stroggvir.

Anwen slowed the cart. They were coming up on some rougher country, rocks protruded from the desert floor. The horses pricked up their ears and started fighting her control, tossing their heads and stamping. She let the reins go slack and gave them their heads. They smelled something they liked and she was betting it was water.