[Game Thread] The Journey to Carvahall and Onward.

[Troileschilde]

"Hodor!" Bettar grinned. "Hodor, this is Jabril. Say hi Jabril." The mule gave a short bray and fell silent again under the necromancer. "You have a place to stay in mind? Because as Selena struck near to, if we are going to be camping anyway we might as well camp as close to our destination as we can get by nightfall. We'll be there that much sooner."

[Tashakar]

Nikko stretches to his full and proclaims, " Best to be on our way as claimed already, We put this town in danger the longer we stay and the longer we stay the less time for travel before sundown.....Some may be suited for night travel but the ass can't see in the dark and that would place his rider in danger." Hefting his pack to back Nikko preps himself for travel again.

[m149307]

OOC It is approximately 7 in the evening. The sun is low in the sky already, and within a half hour it will be no longer visible.

"Nice to meet you, ass. I don't have a place in mind, so if you want to camp under the stars then that would be the... best idea, I guess. I do know that we don't have much daylight left so we should get a... move on if that is what is wanted. And might I ask your names? I was supplied with... some information, but was not told some details... like names." Hodor pauses get more frequent as he speaks for a long time, his expression showing that he is thinking hard on what to say. A vein is slightly visible on the man temple.
As he speaks, he pulls a sizable piece of mucus from his nose, which he then sniffs and proceeds to eat.

[Troileschilde]

Betar stares on in object confused distaste. "It's Alagaesia, isn't it? The defining trait of the entire continent is being completely devoid of charm." He shook his head and turned his mount toward the distance, but he did not spur it onward yet. "Betardanu, Master of the Undead and Jabril."

[Tashakar]

" I am Nikko, warrior of the wilds." nodding as he speaks as if to show the little man respect, but it was to just stretch the tired muscles in his neck.

[Reaper22187]

Torba, Hunter of the Unnatural. I can travel just fine at night. Onward we go.

[Dread Reaper]

So and so said nothing, merely watching the situation unfold.