Qik
First Post
Having cooled down a bit, Quioan finds himself chuckling in spite of himself at being referred to as a "great wee squirrel". Looks like this'll be an interesting trip. Better than a dull one, I suppose. Standing up from where he had been sitting, he begins to gather up his gear. "I, for one, am horse-less, friend Dane, so a cart would be much appreciated." Turning to Relic, he whispers, "let's hope those herbs you gave him for his scent do indeed work."