TC left New Bastion on the back of an Ecetopian Riding Dog, a few enchanted whispers and the bitch gladly followed commands. Ecetopian riding Dogs are amazing animals, something between a mastiff and a greyhound, sturdy yet built for speed. TC had loaded up his bag with provisions, and his lucky girl Deborah, and headed south as The Greedfather commanded. It was a few days on the trail, not too far outside of Riverdale, when a keening sound cried out through the forest, sending birds to flight. The sound, to TC sounded like a million chickens being slaughtered, but under water. [color=8dc73f]" Wonder if this the BS I'm suppose to tend to. Muddafukka just sends me anywhere he please with out so much as a fukken target, the red horned prick."[/color] TC mumbles to himself, afraid his voice will somehow reach the third layer of Hell. 

He kicked the Riding Dog he affectionately named Skank, and set off towards the noise. Deborah resting on his shoulder.