[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][hider=Gear]
- Three different cloaks. One black, one brown, and one lavender, and a white one absolutely soaked in blood.
- Trusty Bow
- Quiver of Arrows, approximating twenty-five.
- A thick red blanket made by his mother.
- Two bones. [u][i](One chewed a fair bit)[/i][/u]
- The best beef jerky he had. [u][i](4/6 meals remaining)[/i][/u]
- Flask of mysterious beverage.
- Flask of water.
- 20 meters of fine quality rope.
- A modestly-wealthy sum of gold.
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[color=a187be]"... horsecock."[/color] Lorenzo immediately heard the sounds of the wolfborn and feared for the worst. He was terrified of these wolfborn after seeing the ruckus they caused last night for the group... and after having seen Lorenzo's companions of long ago destroyed by them...

The dog trainer pulled on the reigns of the horse he was riding, only to find the beast unwilling to move. [color=a187be]"D-dammit!"[/color] he called to Col. [color=a187be]"Merlin's unwilling to move! The leaves are intimidating him!"[/color] The cripple looked around for another way to evade the assault of the wolfborn. He looked to the forest and got a curious idea. [color=a187be]"Col, I think that Merlin, Martyrdom and I just need to run! I'm not much use when I can't be with the group!"[/color] 

Martyrdom cowered for a few seconds before darting up to Merlin's side and started pawing him. He wanted to move, and he wanted to move [i]then[/i]. Lorenzo looked at Col and simply shouted his question. [color=a187be]"Do you trust me?!"[/color]