Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20161227233700

"Even if she did, I would just blame it on you. HEEYAH!" Marcus spurs Mitternact and the great horse rears up in a burst of energy. The great horse sprints forward and our duo stride forth. Through Zahmeria and out the gates of the city, Mitternact bolts with unnatural speed, a horse without equal. For miles Cyndwella and Hound ride, until they reach the edge of the northern forest. Marcus dismounts the great steed and offers his hand to Cyndwella, assisting her to the ground.

"Okay, keep your eyes open and your sense sharp." He says while pushing Mitternact away in a "leave" fashion. Hound scans the woods, his nose searching for the slightest hint of clues.