Diplomatic Immunity: Funeral Procession

[Erekose13]

"With every guest we talk to we seem to get no where. Only that stable hand had any interesting information. I wonder if it might be time to explore the far side of the asteroid, though I guess that would be best done at night. Any idea where to go next?" asks Mythweaver.

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“Other than searching the far side of the asteroid? No, not really. As for the timing of such a search... well, if we head to the far side while it’s still shrouded in darkness, we may be able pinpoint the position of anyone there if they’ve made the mistake of lighting any fires or are using any other sources of light. Although it seems unlikely someone who has left so little for us to discover here would be so careless. Though we can hope they’ve grown overconfident after their successes thus far... assuming such a person exists of course,” Tiberius replies, a calculating look in his eye.

 

[Erekose13]

"Okay, lets head back to the stables and see if we can borrow some horses from the stable hand then." replies Mythweaver.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Heading to the stables, the staff are more than willing to acquiesce a few horses for Tiberius, Claudia, and Mythweaver.*

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“Let’s just hope the horses know what they’re doing, as I don’t ride very well... I don’t seem to have the instinct for it,” Tiberius chuckles, hiding the anxiety he feels as he stands beside one of the horses.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Ah, husband--this is why you'd never make a proper equestrian," Claudia teases, mounting her horse first, though admittedly doing so timidly, as she is not a great rider herself.

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“Well, my dear, I will just have to follow your lead then,” Tiberius replies with a grin, as he mounts his own horse in a rather ungainly manner.

 

[Erekose13]

"I'm not too much better, lets hope the ground is relatively stable." says Mythweaver trying a few times to mount the horse.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Alright, everyone has mounted--doing anything? )

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

OOC: Okay, okay, you can stop laughing now.

“Well, seeing as we’ve all made it up onto our mounts, let’s get started... otherwise we might still be here when night comes,” Tiberius chuckles nervously, leading the group out of the stables and on towards the other side of the asteroid.