Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190524000945/@comment-25828117-20190606205158

Graicus huffed when he reached the top. He used to march across the Reach for seven years but that was about one hundred and seventy-five pounds ago, before he became the mountainous gladiator he was today. Needless to say, it had gotten harder.

Still, he was too proud to ask for a turn on his own horse. By the time he reached the top he was genuinely worried for Marr. How could that man just keep going like that? It had to be magic. Some sneaky half-elven trick he'd kept hidden all ths time.