[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b] Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)[hr][/center]

	They were moving with speed of the trained horses ever forward. Being on the road had made his mood a lot better overall, knowing he was hopefully getting closer to Veta and to confirm her safety... or demise. No the second option was not going to happen. It couldn't happen, she had to be alive and well. He sighed inwardly as the grim possibility had managed to worm it's way into his mind despite his rejection to accept it. Still the very fact he feared it, made it quite a big issue, because... what would htey do if something really had happened to Veta?

	Suddenly his attention was pulled away from his dark thoughts, luckily for him, as Ludwig seemed to have lost attention or something and forgotten what he was researching about. Admittedly Constantin suspected it might be his fault for posing aditional questions like hte origin of the soulless on the German man. The firewalker took a breath to calm down and started to reply.[color=9e005d]" You vere searching for a big many headed flying tentacly thing that can create ice and mist supposedly. It was what attacked as un London by lake. Seemed really dangerous, though no idea vhere it cravled out of." [/color]The firewalker quickly reminded Ludwig, wondering if he and Dieter were comfortable enough in that bag, he couldn't imagine being in some cloth bag while a horse was carrying him. Didn't seem like the best of way to travel, well to him at least. 

	[color=9e005d]"You and Dieter hanging alright in that bag? It's not too bumpy ride I hope?"[/color] He asked, making sure to keep the road and pay attention to the state of hte horse.