[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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The Breathstalker was truly a terrifying beast to behold, but Lorenzo stared headlongingly towards the tower in the distance and knew that this mighty beast could hold it's own in the face of danger. If a hound could do it, certainly he could as well. The crippled trainer flung off his cloak from his body, tying it around his mouth as a bandanna, before he mushed the giant hound forward through the Breathstalker and onwards to victory. There wasn't much standing in their paths now, but the ash would certainly raise a bit of a problem if they stayed in it for long.

Lorenzo heard his new friend whine in reaction to the ash and felt his heart sank. That was a whine that was all too familiar to the trainer. With a few reassuring pats, the hound trainer told his new companion [color=a187be]"You're doing great, friend! Just a little further and we'll be out of harms way!"[/color] Lorenzo was feeling... fairly confident in his abilities. He might've been horribly scared, but he was ready for what's coming up in the future. All the group needed was to first get out of this ash storm...