Ishmael is glad to get back to their horses, especially Courage. The shaggy warpony however, does not look pleased to see his master.
"Greetings, Courage. I hope thine day was far better than mine...What...?" Ishmael is taken aback as the warpony shies from him. "What is wrong?"
Courage only snorts in response.
"Very funny, old friend. But the smell shall go away eventually. Enough of these games. If thou wouldst merely let me..." Try as he might, Ishmael couldn't seem to get any closer to the Warpony. He eventually broke into a sprint, though he fails to outspeed the wily equine.
Ishmael returns to the party, a little tired and slightly forlorn. Courage trails the Deep Halfling a good distance away. "I suppose I shall be walking," he sheepishly admits to the party. "Shall we?"
In agreement, Courage snorts.