Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160803101244

(Not my saddle bag, haven't had my horse sense Whitemarch)

I undo the leather strap on the on the saddlebags of each horse, on left of the horse is a nameless bottle of a brown liquor. Ibrahim can hear the cork pop as I go to smell it's contents. The alcholic scent is strong, so this should do nicely. I toss the bottle to Ibrahim and grab a stick from the ground. I place my palm on the tip of the arrow shaft, ready for the word to push.