Post by jeanwitton on Oct 23, 2007 23:23:39 GMT -8
In the early afternoon, Sunday, the 21st of October, Jean found himself brushing off fragments of bone left over from the recent stand-off with Famine's forces. He wasn't sure why they had come or, more specifically, why they were so interested in a diary Dervite possessed, but when he saw that Alistar and his men were in need, he was sure to be there. He didn't have to understand that situation to know where he'd like to stand. Even though his weapons were entirely ineffective against the reanimated, he was prepared to hold his ground. Fortunately, Dervite came through with some persuasions that kept everyone at a temporary truce. He was grateful, though begrudgingly.
He waited then until things had calmed down a bit and he quickly slipped off while the townsmen counted battle scars and earned coin, ready for divvy. Before very long, he was handing the stable master a few coins and saddling himself atop a small and dark horse, who, despite his size, seemed quite masculine and fit. His mount was obviously not meant for heavy loads and Jean bore nothing more than his usual packs. This was a creature meant more for speed. Jean headed for the gates of Lochling and pulled back the reigns, taking his horse to a halt. He looked over toward the heart of the city again as a chariot approached slowly. The heavy sun beat down from above and cast a heavy shadow over the chariot, obscuring the form of three humanoids within. Jean smiled and turned his mount back out the gates and trotted for the northern road.
He waited then until things had calmed down a bit and he quickly slipped off while the townsmen counted battle scars and earned coin, ready for divvy. Before very long, he was handing the stable master a few coins and saddling himself atop a small and dark horse, who, despite his size, seemed quite masculine and fit. His mount was obviously not meant for heavy loads and Jean bore nothing more than his usual packs. This was a creature meant more for speed. Jean headed for the gates of Lochling and pulled back the reigns, taking his horse to a halt. He looked over toward the heart of the city again as a chariot approached slowly. The heavy sun beat down from above and cast a heavy shadow over the chariot, obscuring the form of three humanoids within. Jean smiled and turned his mount back out the gates and trotted for the northern road.