Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150130150827/@comment-29458028-20150131024103

Raphael observed the procession of horses. His mind began working to see where they were going. It processed the information. It made deductions. It told him stuff.

"Hmm, going in the direction of Ivarstead, to Orphan's rock, most probably. Probably don't want anything to do with Hagravens, though. They don't look like pilgrims going to Ivarstead. Maybe someone is hiding somewhere, waiting for a contractor. There might be money. Or even better, if the contractor is a beautiful young girl, I might get a greater reward."

He adjusted his course accordingly. There were many holes in his logic, but he was willing to take the chance.