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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aranel" data-source="post: 1337966" data-attributes="member: 13816">Aranel had been silent for most of the trip, thinking. There was once again a lot to think about. Still, it kept her from drifting off into daydreams. She had kept her almost moody silence until the problem with the bridge, or lack thereof.Far too much to think about, they'd made it clear...well almost made it clear (If she'd understood even half of what the dwarf said) they did want her along. (And the reminder of the Dwarf about stealing. She made a note not to take anything from him unless he really pissed her off, and then take one of the other horses and leave him with the evil mare.) Which meant she had to ride the bloo-min...Horse again. It'd already turned round and tried to bite her several times.Hadn't he said something about Her human? What had that been about? Telerin wasn't a pet. He wasn't trained well enough for that yet. Shaking her head to look at the fast flowing problem she cautiously stood up in her saddle. Her horse shivered like it was considering bucking her off. Just try it. She thought with a faint scowl. The horse must have been aware of it because it didn't risk trying to throw her.That had been then, since they had come to a warm looking place to rest, she'd finally been allowed down off her evil son-of-a-mare and whimpered slightly to herself before limping in out of the heavy rain.Being handed a bowl of stew was nice, she didn't even mind that it was strong enough to remove most of her sense of taste either. Warm...Looking around her eyes fell on the humans, tall, fair...green eyed...she frowned and decided not to think on it."Stew is good thank you." she murmured to someone and tried not to think about the pain running unchecked through her legs and lower back. Evil Horses. Thats why they had legs. To walk, not horses...horses bit, and stomped...and smelled...She huddled up under her soaked cloathes, reminded again of how much she hated leaving the city and how much gold she'd better be paid for this or someone was going to get it.Saying nothing of anything sheshivered and wondered if she could buy a spare dry change of clothes from the children, they looked to be about her height...to big in the frame but there was nothing a bit of rope couldn't cure.OOC: Eep! Was tidying up the stat block last time, I'll go fix the small problems...as for the bedroll, habit, and it's still warmer to sit on than the floor but yeah ^^; It'd probably help to remove it, only even if your not technically asleep it'd still be nice to lay down on something warmer than ground on occasion...wouldn't it?</blockquote>

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