Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728173006

The Doctor looks up at Hound, his face passive. He gives a resigned look. "Yes indeed. Wandering hero." He stands, takes the bowl and sets it on the table. "And I had to lay my hands on you.  You were dying in an alleyway, in a backwater town that only caravan drivers and desperate adventurers know about.   And to me, you look pretty damn desperate right about now."

He walks over to the wall and leans against it. "Unfortunately,  so am I.  The main reason I followed you is because I saw you had an extra horse, which I'm in desperate need of.  I...need to get somewhere.   Fast."

He gives Hound a straight look. "My name is Ibrahim.  And you are...?"

The pit of his stomach tells Hound this is no illusion...