Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160729024424

(It's nighttime, but I know what you mean)

After several minutes of paranoid silence, Ibrahim relaxes a bit. They duck into a small, concealed courtyard of an abandoned stone house.

"All right, I'm going to level with you, and I expect you to do the same for me," he says, keeping his voice low. "I have to leave.  Tonight.  And I'm leaving right now.  I've wasted enough time here as it is.  No offense, but I helped you out hoping that you would be grateful enough to at least lend me a horse.  Now, that isn't possible.   Don't get me wrong; I'm a doctor,  and under any other circumstances I would've helped you anyway.  But I'm desperate here."

He rums his fingers through his brown hair. "I'm not going to ask for your last horse.  But I'm not giving this up, either.   I can't.  So why don't we go together?"