[color=gray]Just a conversation continuation - only when I use a bunch of fancy formatting is it the "official" second post[/color]

The caravan master looked up and scowled through the rain at the man he recognized as the one with the weird metal tubes. "Horse inni't goin' anywhere soon!" He looked around quickly. "We'll need a shelter som'place, an' hell if it's in that caravan! Wait for a moment before those bloody pack o' sods come out n' have their fair share..." his last words coming out in a barely audible mutter. "Aren't ye goin' to help with this!" He bellowed as he pulled at the front side of the horse fruitlessly.