Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160729040541

Ibrahim gives Hound a hard look. "All right. I have to go get some things of mine.  I'll be back in less than five minutes." And, to Hound's shock, there is a muted flash, and he disappears. Houmd can see footprints in the dirt running off in.one direction.

True to his word, he arrives again in a very short amount of time. He has a small knapsack and carries a short sword on his belt. "All right," he says. "Follow me out of town.  I'll explain once we're out of the city limits."

The leave the city, striking out in a seemingly random direction, but Ibrahim does not ride the horse yet, lest they be easier to see. They trudge along the windswept steppes, and the wasteland night gets bitterly cold. They continue for about an hour before Ibrahim stops. He pats the horse as Houmd ties it to a dead tree. Suddenly,  Ibrahim faces Hound.

"All right, fair's fair.  I'll tell you where we're going.   But I want to make something clear." He speaks, his breath visible in the freezing cold. "I want to know why you seem to know me, and why you think I'm married.  You don't talk like someone who's been knocked on the head, and trust me, I've met enough to know the difference.  And I don't want any of your tough guy theatrics, either.  I may be a doctor, but you saw what I can do.  And that's just a fraction of it."

He folds his arms and sighs. "I told you I was desperate.   I am.  But I want the truth, and I think I deserve it."