Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170924190701/@comment-24510587-20170925224221

Climbing onto Mortimer's back might have been one of the most uncomfortable experiences Roz had ever had. His back, like all of his body, was incredibly sinewy, his spine protruding over his back like a hard ridge. His leathery skin was intersected all across with jagged stitch lines. And all she had to hold on to were his ancient, filthy linen wraps.

When she had settled, Mortimer, who had gone down on all fours both for the additional agility and the ease of transit for Roz, bolted off.

"You mean the grumpy old wizard's place?" Ves said.