Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-5543592-20190902022507

"Oh yeah, this is where you save the world from, highness." Scaldor grinned. His horse stepped in sheep shit, which splashed everywhere (except on Scaldor), and he grinned wider. "Ohh yeah, smells about right."

"Shut up, Scaldor." Nyasia said, pulling her horse to a stop to look over the stones. "It reminds one of Honor's Grave, doesn't it?"

"Never been." Scaldor said.

Baldr said nothing. He flicked a nugget of sheep feces off his pauldron.

"I'm going to go have a look." Nyasia said, stepping down from her stirrups.

"'Course you are." He inhaled deeply, and let out a relaxed sigh. It really was the perfect place for an ambush. Oh, the memories.

"Keep watch, Baldr." Scaldor swung down off his animal, a tall, lean racing gelding. Nyasia rode a white gelding of good stock--it was the most well-rounded animal of the three--and Baldr a male stallion that was a bred destrier.

Nyasia pulled her cloak around herself, obscuring her face and figure, and Scaldor gathered the reins of her behind her, paced the reins of both their animals to Baldr, who was only just dismounting.

"Remember, there's three.  Don't lose count." Scaldor told the knight, before following after Nyasia. He kept his chin high, and looked over the scene with an unfocused gaze.

Nyasia walked right up to the stones and circled the nearest, running a hand along it's surface.