[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][hider=Gear]
- Three different cloaks. One black, one brown, and one lavender. (Not including a white one wrapped around Martyrdom) 
- Trusty Bow
- Quiver of Arrows, (24).
- 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]"... AAAAAAARGH DAMMIT I'M NOT D-"[/color] Lorenzo froze immediately as he saw what was sitting in front of him. By whatever God was out there, that was the biggest hound he had ever seen. It was... massive. Purely gigantic, and it seemed to have an affinity for Lorenzo's patience. This hound was more terrifying than any Wolfborn they had encountered the night prior, or at least, it would be to most. 

[color=a187be]"... maybe I can stick around a little longer. After all, what kind of hound trainer would I be lest I leave this beauty to itself after it had been waiting."[/color] Lorenzo put himself into a sitting position before grabbing the paw of the hound and climbing aboard it, holding onto it tightly once he was on it's back. It felt great, almost too great.

Then Lorenzo remembered something.

[color=a187be]"Pardon my intrusion, gentlemen,"[/color] Lorenzo said as he looked down at the cast, Gardevoir included. [color=a187be]"Where's Martyrdom?"[/color] Even if he wasn't Loyal, Martyrdom was still a damn fine hound, and one Lorenzo wasn't willing to give up.