Re: Tales of the Roving - City on Wheels
Rohan watched as the Rattler's gaurds rode off toward his right, their left. He adjusted the hood of his cloak, its multi-colors shifting in the stale wind.
He thought about riding after them, maybe just to look after them, just in case there was something there. He slowly started foreward, then thought better of it and stopped. Instead he rode slowly toward the nearest caravan, which incidently, was the Rattler's cage.
He looked at the remaining gaurds with a face of perfect calm, like he was made of stone, no not stone stone could break, a face like steel. He slowly raised an eyebrow and pointed toward what was now his left.
You only sent three?
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