Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-11457306-20140126230515

Strogg appeared from the trees, carrying Anwen in his arms. She hung limply, a massive bruise on her head from the impact with the tree she'd hit. His brow was furrowed with worry.

Behind him trailed two of the cart horses which had been used by the Imperials. They now had their replacement horses. He lay Anwen gently down at the back of the cart without a word, noting Torene lying in the pool of blood, but saying nothing.

Wordlessly he went around to the front of the cart and cut the other two horses free. He managed to urge the mare to her feet, then led her off a ways into the trees. He returned with a bloody dagger and a grim face. The other he slapped on the rear and let go.

He hitched the two healthy horses to the cart and climbed into the seat. "Where to, Jack?" he asked in a weary voice.