[the backdrop: THE GRAVEYARD]
[our subject: one young, disgruntled enchanter, looking the worse for wear.]
[in the distance:
someone doing something indistinguishable by a grave]
It's worse than being back in Stallery! I've never been bossed around so much in my life. A guide, he said. Who holds their guide at swordpoint? And that sword felt rather like...
[a sidelong glance back at the
horse that he's supposed to be watching.]
That horse does not like me. And I do not like the way it's eyeing my jacket at all. My trousers are ruined. And [he's cut off mid-sentence and yelps as the horse tries taking a bite out of his hair.]