Holiday in the Sun RPG

[Carrûn]

Awyrgan relaxed slightly as the one called Rochelle continued. Her horse shied and began to prance nervously. A shadow moved in the distance and the rider spoke again.

"Wolves...or orcs. Either way it spells trouble for our company."

Perhaps...most likely wolves, they are quieter than orcs. Could also be just a shadow. Seeing the horse's jittery movements the man followed its eyes and, glancing down, noticed that the skinned face of the wolf had fallen slightly out of his pack and was facing the horse. He chuckled to himself and covered the grinning teeth with his cloak. "A nervous pair?" A slight taunt was in his voice, more of a test to see what the response would be. He didn't get one.

"If I'm not mistaken, you have already had a run in with one of these?"

"You could say that. Actually he ran over me, not into me. Hasty little pup." He ran his hand thoughtfuly over several of the scratches on his face and in doing so found himself fingering the bizzare scar on the left of his face under his eye. His face darkened slightly as old memories returned and he strode forward with a bit of a renewed force.