Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-11457306-20140126062726

Strogg snorted. No, he would not want to be leader of this band of crazy fools. He looked down at the golden head resting against his thigh. He was only here because of her and as soon as they finished he would be gone, with her. He clucked at the horses and gave the reins a gentle pop. He could not drive as well as she, but he was adequate. He had never seen anyone who could handle horses as well as Anwen.

Torene returned to her place beside Makoru and leaned against him, seeking her own rest. She was very weary, drained from the healing and the emotional strife. She fell asleep praying to Meridia to give her the strength to continue.

(Rider is going to bed also.  Good night, all.  Welcome, Olaf.)