Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160109004446/@comment-5543592-20160112001227

Crimson picked at the shoe of his boot, scraping dirt of it.

Next to him, Whistles bayed.

"What're you complaining about?" Crimson asked the horse, working his finger into the rivets of the shoe.

The animal gave him a meaningful look.

"Of course I'm not making a stupid decision." Crimson grunted. "Yeah, these guys are all pretty sketchy, but they seem pretty competant."

Whistles snorted, which caused Crimson to laugh, looking up from his shoe.

"Oh, really?  You think you could do better?  What're you going to do- kill Tharn with your hooves?  Engage him in a Rodeo of Death?"

There was neigh of cockiness in reply.

"Now that's an idea.  You put that to the test." Crimson said, slamming his heel against the dirt to shake more dirt loose.