[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]WRETCHED ONE[/color] - S RANK MISSION[/b]

With a burden synonymous to his own anger and failings back at the guild, Sable trudged on to the Island of the mission, actively lingering behind Aiden and Cynthia but not asking for any help. Occasionally he found himself roaring in strain, ignoring the small spasms erupting throughout his back. 

It hadn't taken long for them to cross out of Crocus but as he continued forwards, he figured they'd have to camp out eventually. The road with literally weather worn cobblestone and unruly grass claimed the lands surrounding them, hills rolled in the west and the mountains of Crocus barred the east. Sable stomped forwards anyway, sweat dripped down his body. He'd hated to admit it but walking for hours with Marduk's bag wasn't that smart, in fact, it was admittedly dumb. But a challenge was a challenge, and he never back downed from one. 

"Did the mission say anything about boats, trains, or magic cars? y'know anything involving not walking?" he asked nonchalant, if not exhaustively. "At this point, a massive stomach ache seems a bit better."