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."