The pause at the inn had been brief, but still, Tareth was thankful for it. Riding in the saddle all day long could grow quite old. Thinking about it now, if Tareth had ever known what so-called 'adventuring' was like, he would have locked himself up in his room and never came out, for chance that he might be swept off on some unknown road. He felt that way now, and he also felt stupid because of it. But, he wasn't about to give up. Besides, he had no idea how to get back home from here.
Now they were supposively moving on to Rohan. He had been excited to see the land of the horse lords, and he still was, in a way. But he wasn't to thrilled about the fine horses anymore. He wasn't about to ride any of them during his stay. Traveling was made even worse because he was so much of a stick-in-the-mud. He should talk to someone, even about the bloody weather. Tareth decided Bregand and Carmalita were the best people to. Perhaps because he was riding just in front of them.
Nudging his gelding to trot up to their side, Tareth scarecly stifled a groan as the handle of his axe ground into his side. He put took it out of his belt loop and hooked it onto his saddle bags before turning to Bregand and Carmalita. The young man was watching him patiently. Was his expression questioning? "I can't stand riding back there by myself for yet another day. Do you mind if I ride with you and Carmalita." For some reason he found it easier to address Bregand than Carmalita. Blasted women! Always putting me off balance, that's why!
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