[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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Lorenzo stared headlongingly at the beast, feeling some sort of detachment to the beast in all of it's unholy existence. If that's what Death looked like, then Lorenzo was convinced that he'd be burning the ropes and twine which he kept by his bedside (not that he could use them anyway). By whatever God was out there, Lorenzo and his crew needed to abscond NOW! 

[color=a187be]"Everyone, climb up!"[/color] the huntsman called to his allies, beckoning his new hound to help by nudging people up onto his back with his snout. First was Col, eager to climb aboard one way or another. Lorenzo nodded to the knight once he was aboard, speaking directly to him. [color=a187be]"Sir Ward, if you need to use my bow, there's no need to ask right now. I'm going to steer this giant to the light!"[/color]

Lorenzo patted the giant hound's head once again, attempting to calm it down for just a little longer as the Marque climbed aboard. Grand, there were three out of the four heroes aboard the beast. The huntsman looked down at the doctor and yelled directly at him. [color=a187be]"Felstead! Get on the dog or our families certainly won't know [b][i]where[/i][/b] we'll wind up!"[/color] The dog whined in anticipation as the threat drew closer and closer. [color=a187be]"Let's [b][i]go[/i][/b]!"[/color]