trapped

Trapped. That's all I am anymore... I'm so tired of this place, it smells like the Inn when it gets stuffy and busy, I don't think this place has ever been deeply cleaned, it still smells like wolves and it's annoying me... Ms. Brandi showed back up, obviously, she's annoying me by telling me to stop moving around so much, but I get why...

Braigion paid little heed to the tall elf riding ahead of him; the Avar merely sulked in frustration and sadness as the crazy horse he was forced to ride followed behind. It was a little better than being on foot, where every step would be extremely painful as a result from his foot nearly being chopped off by a bear trap. It started in the middle of the night, and Braigion was off hunting by the cover of darkness. The higher ones’ camp was a fair ways to the west, so he would not be seen and hopefully undisturbed by what seemed to be hunters…

'This is not a good idea.'

She looked around,  keeping her head low, as she passed the guard at gate.  The man nodded, barely taking time to do more than glance at the blue robes she was wearing, before waving her on.  A lucky encounter with a distracted sorcerer had gained her the disguise; a helm from near a sleeping  guard adorned  her head, covering her pale gold locks. Even Tank didn't seem out of place in this hostile place as several other large cats appeared to roam freely.