Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-24696651-20170212222259

"Please don't die," Gwyneth muttered, not wanting the only mercenary who didn't see her as entirely uselese to die a gruesome death. She clambered onto the side of the horse, which was substantially shorter than her previous mount, and assumed what she thought was some kind of riding position.

Gwyneth kicked into the side of the horse, and it began a brisk trot away from the falling trees - she kicked it a few more times, and it galloped away from whatever monster was lurking beneath the ground. She didn't dare look behind her.