[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/8c1433c6-083d-4a24-bdfa-033741139aa8.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Annan (Docks)
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	Another leg of their most recent adventure in the world had been traveled. The length and breadth of what had just transpired was not fully lost on Vladimir, though it was possible that in his mildly egocentric way of looking at things, certain areas of nuance would have to be reflected upon later for complete understanding. These things could be retrospected later on. For now, they had the next part of their journey to begin. And for Constantin's good fortune, it was upon horseback. Both seasoned [i]Brivaldi[/i] riders, this would be swift passage of land and time for the talented Russians. But not until they cleared their immediate surroundings. The least thing they needed was a trampled group of otherwise busy Englanders holding up their progress. And naturally, the possible injury to innocent people was highly negative, in the seasoned performer's reckoning. 

	Vlad gave a final wave behind him, though he did not turn around to face the sailors of La Canela. Forward, ever forward. If fate decreed that they would meet again, it would be so. He hoped that it would. But first, Epic Questing! Agreeing with his friend the Firewalker, Vladimir addressed Ludwig, [color=B22222]"Da, Master Zimmer! Ve continue to Green of Gretna, for family and friends. You know vay, ve use Vay of Ludvig! Is good. On vay, maybe you can tell me more of good Captain. You are friends, yes?"[/color] The Great Bazhooli reined his mighty horse, Tolstoy(!), toward the nearest piece of proper road. They did need to get moving. It occurred to him that he had not eaten since before yarkblaffing the contents of his stomach upon the deck of that merchant vessel. A little something along the way wouldn't hurt. Maybe if they passed something convenient; they really did have to move.