Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-6006054-20160209034740

Taervik found himself a horse and loaded its saddlebags. He hated the creatures. They seemed to eye his hands evily, and most certainly did not harbor positive plans for his fingers. He mounted the animal, glaring at it. It hadn't chomped out at him yet, but the horse was probably biding its time.

"Horrid creature." Taervik muttered.