The Gathering

[Derek R.]

Whoa there boy. Whoa Wonder Ethan spoke to the Stallion with a calm pat to the horse's flank and a controlling tug on the reigns.

Making sure the saddle was secure he tied the animal to a nearby log to allow the horse its share of cool water that was flowing through the ravine. It had been a good day's ride and they were both in need of a moment's rest. Sunlight winked and glared along the surface of his plate armor, but the chilled autumn wind removed any heat that burning star had to offer. Removing a brown map from the thick belt at his waist, he opened it and examined it once more.

This seems to be the place old friend. Look there, that Mountain Range is in full view. Perhaps I am simply early?...or infamously late. he spoke to the horse that was focused on the water before him. Squinting against the bright horizon for one final look, he tucked the map back into his belt and unpacked his cooking gear.

Looks like Salt Beef and Hardbread again Wonder he said with a common smirk. Now he had only to eat and wait for the others.

[Patricoo]

eaarag. Whyaadda doin here?!

Patricoo was watching the man preparing his food. Obviously drunk and lost he staggared around the area. Unable to fall slowly he thumped on the ground. His warhammer sliding next to him. Had his dagger not been sheathed, it would have done more damage on his side.

Ga! aww dammit muh hip. *takes a drink* oookay. Now ium here. If yer worried about the drunkness.....well don't be. I tend tuh get lost bby muhself. My bottle is my ooonly guide, lest a corse yer here now so eycan terow this away.*chucks the bottle* Are you da guy who told me ta be here? Cuz it be a good thing to tell me why I'm here before I fall asleep and wake up pissy.

Only 16 and yet a good warrior, Patricoo had a tendincy to get lost in bars and rome aimlessly for a drink. Never is he serious, but always he is reliable. Thank God drunkeness was a rare state for him.