[center][h2]Desert Outpost, Roh[/h2][/center]
[center][@Dog][@Cyrania][@Timemaster][/center]


At Gwyn's words, Cicero smiled and squeezed her hand. He pulled her in close and hugged her tight. His large frame lifting her off the ground ever so slightly. Her encouragement was all he needed. Cicero gently set her back upon her feet, looked her in the eyes and said with sincerity, [color=orange]"Thank you."[/color] 

Turning to Ashe, Cicero eyed her die warily, [color=orange]"It could go either way, you say? I don't like the idea of making a bad situation worse."[/color] He listened as she inquired his skills and name then replied, [color=orange]"You may call me..Cyrano!"[/color] He said suddenly, [color=orange]"Sorry..tired. As for skills, you will find me an adept sword fighter. I utilize both sword and shield in combat, but can ride horse extremely well. This camel isn't quite what I'm used to, but I adapt."[/color]

Manzur cut right to the point. No time for deep introspection. For the butcher, the only thing that mattered was deeply personal to him. A man of few words. Cicero respected that. It got them through tough challenges before. In response to his question Cicero replied, [color=orange]"We go. Perhaps their tracks are nearby yet."[/color][hider=Everyone Roll Tracking]1d20-2(for low light Gwyn is -1 for being an elf)[/hider]