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<blockquote data-quote="Greatfrito" data-source="post: 1178259" data-attributes="member: 14534">[OOC: Okay, just backtracking a bit for the sake of character development.&nbsp; I'll try to note whenever I do this, as others have done, for sake of simplicity.]At the end of the battle, Alan looks very please with his own actions in combat, but even moreso, he seems to have gained a deep respect for both his own mount, and Bert's dog, both of which fought with the power and zest of many a trained warrior, even though they lack the &quot;skills&quot; taught to humanoids.&nbsp; They seem to be kindred spirits, relying on some instinctive combat skill.&quot;I think it's time I gave you a name,&quot; Alan says aloud quietly.He ponders an appropriate name for his friend and mount as he heads back to the rest of the caravan, supplying any aid he can to those caring for Bert (not medical aid, but aid like carrying him on his horse).&nbsp; He nurses his own leg as best he can, the wound deep but not life-threatening.&nbsp; He has seen worse on others, but hasn't really had such experiences personally.Later, he seeks out Darien and says, &quot;Sir, if you have any of the nightly patrol groups that need a man still, I'm more than willing to take any of the positions.&quot;[OOC: And now for something completely different... what should be happening now!]Alan looks at Darien, and calmly asks, &quot;Does this mean more danger for our caravan, sir?&nbsp; More risk?&quot; He then mutters quietly, &quot;... perhaps more money... &quot;He doesn't exacly look eager for more fighting at the moment, but a glimmer of bloodlust flashes accross his face when he hears of the engorged hordes.&nbsp; He doesn't seem to show fear at all, except that he has a small shake in his hands at the mention of large armies out in the region about the group.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Greatfrito, post: 1178259, member: 14534"] [OOC: Okay, just backtracking a bit for the sake of character development. I'll try to note whenever I do this, as others have done, for sake of simplicity.] At the end of the battle, Alan looks very please with his own actions in combat, but even moreso, he seems to have gained a deep respect for both his own mount, and Bert's dog, both of which fought with the power and zest of many a trained warrior, even though they lack the "skills" taught to humanoids. They seem to be kindred spirits, relying on some instinctive combat skill. "I think it's time I gave you a name," Alan says aloud quietly. He ponders an appropriate name for his friend and mount as he heads back to the rest of the caravan, supplying any aid he can to those caring for Bert (not medical aid, but aid like carrying him on his horse). He nurses his own leg as best he can, the wound deep but not life-threatening. He has seen worse on others, but hasn't really had such experiences personally. Later, he seeks out Darien and says, "Sir, if you have any of the nightly patrol groups that need a man still, I'm more than willing to take any of the positions." [OOC: And now for something completely different... what should be happening now!] Alan looks at Darien, and calmly asks, "Does this mean more danger for our caravan, sir? More risk?" He then mutters quietly, "... perhaps more money... " He doesn't exacly look eager for more fighting at the moment, but a glimmer of bloodlust flashes accross his face when he hears of the engorged hordes. He doesn't seem to show fear at all, except that he has a small shake in his hands at the mention of large armies out in the region about the group. [/QUOTE]

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