* * * * Rhûn Nation * * * *
Khuleln said quietly, "Yes." He slid his sword into its sheath, and gripping a hand onto his ribs, glanced at Spidernose. The steed lay dead and mutilated. A werebear was dragging the body away, a trail of blood seen as the ursine creature tugged it into the forests, perhaps to devour it and leave the horse's bones to rot. So Khuleln stood from his kneeling position, walking up towards one of the guards. The guard sat in the front, leaving room for the warrior to mount the equine.
Faintly, he could see the hostel. It was not the best or largest building, but it would do. He watched Kasteni mount a guard's horse next to him. Before the Advisor could glance back, his eyes roved towards the hostel again. "And onward we go," Khuleln said to himself. The steed he was upon snorted, shifting its weight about to get used to bearing the two men.
[ October 06, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]
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