Pral leans against the large boulder and surveys the vista before him. The mountains are truely stunning and he wonders at how much of the world he has yet to see. The others in the party have dismounted and he watches them as the bossy woman shouts at people to do all sorts of jobs for her that Pral assumes she is perfectly capable of doing herself. But Med had mentioned gold and Pral like gold. It allowed him to buy lots of lovely food and drink.
Pral looked over at Med struggling with the mare; the poor horse was clearly scared of the smell of some beast or other, but Med had chosen a spot where its dung scattered across the gravel and rock to dismount and his horse was not happy. Pral stepped over and held the bridle and stroked the horses neck, calming it somewhat whilst Med finally got off. Pral liked Med, he was pleased that Med was doing the thinking for them and not making him talk or explain in front of the others.
Clegg, the man-at-arms, came over and gave Pral a small waxed oil cloth tied in a bundle. It was barely the size of his clenched fist and Pral started to experience the sinking feeling this was his meal! He untied the bundle and surveyed the meagre rations, not at all pleased at what he saw. Tentatively, he took a piece of jerki and began to chew on it, the firey, highly spiced flavours making his mouth tingle and salivate. Greedily he shoved the jerki in and chewed it vigorously until it was gone. The other items in the bundle did not match this first treat and soon he had eaten all.
The whole party had now dismounted and were pulling on boots. Pral looked around. The trail led on where no horse could go but the smell of the beast was unusual and something that Pral had never encountered before and its spoor was all about.
“Oh well,” he thought, that is what I do, fight things and protect my friends, and those that pay me. But mostly my friends.
The massive broadsword slid easily out of its scabbard, no point in checking the area unarmed."I'm going to look around, something lives near here" Pral says to Med. "I wont be long"
Ivan: Pral will only skirt the edge of the area to see what he can find or if there is any more indication of what beast lives near here.
Med is careful to step around the scat on the ground as he walks about the impromptu campsite. The ride so far has been pleasant, especially since Med and his horse got to a sort of understanding. Med pauses next to the stable boy on his walk, sizing up the boy before speaking to him.
"You wouldn't happen to have any idea what type of creature left this mess here would you? Was it a grass eater or meat eater? How recent do you think these signs are?"
Med figures that someone who cleans up after animals on a daily basis might be able to guess what kind of animal was here. Leaving the horses tethered to become a tasty meal for some beast is a horrible thought to Med. Med catches his small sack of rations as Murton tosses them to him as he's getting his questions answered from the stable hand.
Just as the boy finishes speaking Pral announces he's going to have a quick look about Med looks over in his direction and with the information he gathered from his conversation with the stable hand he says to Pral, "Wait up, I'll join you." Med dances around the scat and gets shoulder to shoulder with Pral and informs him about what he learned from the stable hand. As well he lets him know that they were being followed by an armored figure that some of the locals call "Sir Nobody" and to keep his eyes out and be wary of such a figure as they do not know his intent.
Med makes sure he's got a dart in hand as the two of them have a quick look about.
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