Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150611141145

((Oh. Nevermind that, then.))

Jon narrowed his eyes at the sight of the horses. He never liked riding horses, and probably never would. If Bruma was any closer than it is now, he would have rathe walked.

"I'll take this fellow," he said, grabbing the reigns of a dark brown stallion. "Let's be on our way, I suppose." He proposed, hopping in the saddle.

"What about the others?" He asked, glancing at no place in particular.