Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-25808351-20160716150835

"Maybe if he didn't spit, his jaw wouldn't be broken." The wind picks up as I stand there arms folded, my lack of concern for battered mage all too evident.

"Doesn't matter. The Mage told us to see Ibrahim, that he would have information." I whistle loud to my horse that immediately heads over to me. Climbing on to the massive stead, I adjust myself.

"If Doc's at the capital, that's where I'm going. Where's Lucida at?" I ask loudly.