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[comshuk_me_baby]

"I did not mean to offend," I said to the red headed girl with much embarassment, "I only meant that of your skin, bones, and blood, you are human. Whatever other abilities you may possess have no meaning here in terms of your particular breed. I apologize if what I said has insulted you. It was not meant in that context

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[yammerer_willow]

I take the things from him and collapse down to the floor crossing my legs as best I can. lighting the candle and laying out the map. I wasn't sure if I could do this here, everything else has failed, but I had to try.

They had taken my bag from me when they arrested me or whatever it is called in this dimension, but somehow it ended up in this room, thank goddess. I motioned to Lorne to bring it to me and when he did I pillaged through it pulling out one of my many herb mixes. A locator powder, this one would light up anywhere Doyle might be...I hope.

"Ok here goes." I began to chant and then carefully poured the powder over the map and it lit up alright...ok so thats good but then it started to burn, I quickly lifted it and put out the fire then handed it to Lorne. "Thats where he should be."

[lornegreen]

"Should have known, really," I said with a twinge of distaste in my voice. Why did feral and uncivilised beasts hang out in a place where there might possibly be other scarier feral and uncivilised beasts? Hopefully Monster-Doyle hadn't made himself some friends along the way. I didn't feel like having to fight off a hoarde of beasties, let alone oneI swallowed hard and sighed. "Looks like we go into the woods then," I concluded, looking at both of them with my expression full of reluctance. "I hate these woods, wouldn't even go into them as a kid. Too many drokkens and other, bad, bad beasties

[comshuk_me_baby]

"Into the woods we go then," I agreed with the tall Pylean. "It is a wise idea to carry weapons with us to defend ourselves. I have slain many a drokken in my time, so I will lead the way. There is an armory in the west wing of this palace. We shall visit there before we head out, then we will see to finding some mounts. I believe from the look of that map, we have a way to go, and walking may tire us."

I looked down at the girl known as Willow and gave her the gentlest of smiles. "My lady, you may be too weak to ride by yourself," I said to her. "It may be wise to ride with either myself or Lorne. But come, we must leave now if we are to catch up with the Prince in time."

[yammerer_willow]

"When you say ride..you mean like Horses?" He nodded. "Umm, yeah ok" I said nervously. I remember an incident at a birthday party with a pony...yeah me and horses, not the best of combinations.

"I think I should share, as long as the horse doesn't bite I will be ok." I tell them following slowly as they lead the way to the weapons.

[comshuk_me_baby]

The black stallion that I had chosen to ride was a mighty steed indeed. A horse made for a warrior such as myself. It was strong and powerful. I think maybe I will keep this one for myself.

The demon looked ridiculous sitting on that horse, but again, I would not laugh at his expense because now was not the time. I held out my hand to Willow. "I will help you onto this horse," I said in a friendly and polite manner. "Then we can be off in search of the Prince."

[yammerer_willow]

I nervously take his hand. "I have had bad luck with horses, so go easy on me ok." I said as he pulled me up to the horse. I winced with the rushed movement, but it was ok, I would be ok. "Thank you" I whispered through the pain.

"Ok so remember where we are going?"

[lornegreen]

"To the woodsey woods," I replied, clicking my tongue and reigning in my horse. I tapped my heel against it's haunches and pulled away. We trotted out of the courtyard of the palace, and down into the village. We got a few stares from the people who were bustling around, someone of which I reconized as people who were acquainted with my family. I winced, hoping they wouldn't inform the good ole Deathwok Clan that the Prodigal Son had returned.

When we got out of the village gates, we kicked the horses into a canter and barrelled down the lane. The Groosalugg pulled out ahead of me and I followed him and Willow for quite some time. Eventually, he stopped and reigned in his horse.

"Getting anything yet?" I asked him.

[comshuk_me_baby]

I looked over at Lorne, and then I examined the area closely. "I am not sure," I replied. I handed the reigns to Willow and slid off my horse. I walked over to a tree and noticed that it had a broken branch. "This breakage is fresh, and appears to be done by a powerful creature. It is perhaps Doyle, and hopefully not a drokken."

I examined the ground for foot prints, because a drokken's tracks were much different obviously from a man's. It was then that something had caught my eye. It was a small torn scrap of fabric, hanging from a thorny tree limb about waist height. I walked over to it, and pulled it off, feeling it in my hands. "This material is similiar to the garment inwhich the Prince was wearing," I noted as I felt it in my hand. "It is synthetic and not of this world. The pattern on it familiar."

I brought the material over to the others and handed it to Willow. "I think we are on the right track."