Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200106232024/@comment-5583506-20200111190556

The little Alfiq perched up. "This little tale comes from when we were living back in Elsweyr, just a mere cub, mind you. So our memory may be a little bit hazy."

She licked her lips clean off the milk. "So this happened back in Torval some years ago. We were all waiting for the Mane to come out of his palace. He had planned a journey to Riverhold, to go there and lift the people's spirits with a sermon. However, as soon as his carriage arrives, he insists that he should be the one to hold the reins, having enjoyed days of riding and coaching in the past. Naturally we all advised against it. S'rendarr knew he was rusty and would most likely just hurt himself, but the Mane would have none of it. Reluctantly we had to give in and this one sat herself down at the back while the Mane took the reins. And away we went. Really went. It was more as if the horses were taking him for a ride than vice versa. The carriage thunders down the stony roads and we are terrified that we will crash and up in a ditch somewhere."

She made a short pause. "Finally some patrolling Senche riders manages to catch up and bring the horses to halt, approximately two miles from Torval. One of the riders is of course extremely curious about the whole ordeal, but also very naïve. He approaches the carriage and does not seem to piece together the picture he sees before him. There sits the Mane, his hands tightly gripping the reins and his face frozen with fear. The Senche rider finally looks in the back of the carriage to find us there, just as equally terrified.

'Looks like we have stopped a very important political figure', he tells the other upon seeing us back there.

'You don't say', says the other rider, looking at the Mane. 'Just how important?'

The naïve Senche rider then looked us over again with an expression of confusion on his face.

'Well, this one cannot really tell, but apparently the Mane is her carriage driver.'"