[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Writing a letter of adventure was slightly difficult, especially when you couldn't move, but it was decently fine for Lorenzo. He had written notes time and time again for his parents, not that they'd ever see those notes.

After writing a brief note to his parents, Lorenzo scooted his chair over to his trunk and began to pack a series of stuff.

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- Three different cloaks. One black, one brown, and one lavender (not including a white one on currently)
- Trusty Bow
- Quiver of Arrows, approximating twenty-five.
- A thick red blanket made by his mother.
- Two bones.
- The best beef jerky he had.
- Flask of mysterious beverage.
- Flask of water.
- 20 meters of fine quality rope.
- A modestly-wealthy sum of gold.
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All of the gear picked by Lorenzo was placed into the deerskin bag he had. It was the best one he had and it was rather reliable for the road. 

Martyrdom grabbed his bone and walked over to Lorenzo and began waiting. Lorenzo was seated beside the steed of Col, and with no viable way to get up, sat there rather awkwardly. [color=a187be]"Uhm... can I have a hand on getting up from someone?"[/color]