Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-11457306-20140123033550

"Saddle horses would not do to pull a cart," said Anwen. "We'll all be sorry when they drop in their tracks and we have to walk." She pulled them to a halt before they got to close, hiding the cart in among the jagged outcroppings of rock. The horses stood with heads down, exhausted. Anwen's heart ached. The grain was gone. She unhitched them and loosed them to graze, hobbled. Then she joined the others, weapons drawn.