Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170720113953/@comment-19164168-20170812074215

Harold Burned-Mane wrote:

They reached the town's stables: Golden Claw Stables.

A carriage was parked nearby and the stablemaster stood brushing one of his horses.

"Horses or a carriage?" Rigmor asked his group. (Dat ref to Lucan and his 100-septim piece-o'-junk XD)

"Horses. We can't afford to be a walking bullseye mid-way." Altera answered.

Seems she still knows practicality. Fenris thought, pleased on the younger Templar's response.

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Cristus cleared his throat when Drevis was finished speaking and looking for replacements for the three deceased Master Mages.

"Master Drevis, may I have a word? We need quick travel back to Markath as soon as possible, and I was hoping you could help."