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[color=aa0505]"Evening, Tuono."[/color]

The chestnut palfrey snorted [i]his[/i] opinion of the hour. Whatever ambivalence Nicomede might have felt about the change in their circumstances, he felt it was nothing but their due. However patient he had been about their turn in fortune the castle's stables were much more to his liking. Shelter, good feed, and staff to see to his care just like the good days of his youth. Nicomede thought he'd grown just a touch conceited. But the horse had earned it, after their shared exile. 

[color=aa0505]"None of that. We've got work to do."[/color] The second snort seemed just as disdainful, but cooperative; he stood still for his tack and saddle, and Nico pulled himself atop with long practice. Whatever his complaint about the hour Tuono had been the steed of an heir, once, and he hadn't forgotten. Nicomede guided him to the group with the smooth amble characteristic of his descent, patiently waiting for the other riders. But when all were ready he took off in a gallop like his namesake, a thundering charge that challenged any of his peers to meet the pace. 

That was Tuono's thought, such as it was for the proud animal. Nicomede's thoughts had already turned toward the fight ahead, holding his lantern extended ahead at his left to better see into the night.

[@Psyker Landshark] [@The Otter]