Now that they were finally getting on their way, the small kender was positively beaming from riding astride the enormous horse. She patted him often and whispered in his ear what a good boy he was. She looks over at the elf and wonders about the Night Lark that has found a secure place upon Kaelthor's shoulder. Nah, he's still an elf.
"How much further to Volgar do you think?" she asks anyone who wants to answer.
Vardok rides in the vegetable cart, having a little snack as the ride along. He feels stronger, after the battle, and he generates a small ball of fire in his hand, smiling, then has it disappear. He looks at Vexi acting all high and mighty on the horse. “Dope. Acting all high and mighty. Goober.” He sits down and rides in silence. He closes his eyes and concentrates on Vexi, thinking to her “Miss high and mighty on your horse. Get ye down from there and come join me on the vegetable cart. I found some delicious oranges!” He peers up over the edge of the cart, looking for her reaction. If she looks, he winks at her, and then plops back down among the fruits and veggies, polishing up a good one.
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Vexi
Now that they were finally getting on their way, the small kender was positively beaming from riding astride the enormous horse. She patted him often and whispered in his ear what a good boy he was. She looks over at the elf and wonders about the Night Lark that has found a secure place upon Kaelthor's shoulder. Nah, he's still an elf.
"How much further to Volgar do you think?" she asks anyone who wants to answer.
Vardok
Vardok rides in the vegetable cart, having a little snack as the ride along. He feels stronger, after the battle, and he generates a small ball of fire in his hand, smiling, then has it disappear. He looks at Vexi acting all high and mighty on the horse. “Dope. Acting all high and mighty. Goober.” He sits down and rides in silence. He closes his eyes and concentrates on Vexi, thinking to her “Miss high and mighty on your horse. Get ye down from there and come join me on the vegetable cart. I found some delicious oranges!” He peers up over the edge of the cart, looking for her reaction. If she looks, he winks at her, and then plops back down among the fruits and veggies, polishing up a good one.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.