Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170722202901

Once everyone has prepared and gathered their things, Azarias leads the group out of the valley and back into the mountains, moving quickly to make up for lost time. However, he does not let them mount, as it would be hard for the horses to balance on the heights were they to have the added weight of a rider. They continue in this fashino for several hours; dull and boring, but Azarias seems only more tense the further they journey, until finally he calls a halt when the defile they had been using as a path suddenly widens into a bowl-shaped valley, with a narrow pass on the other side. On both sides of the exit are sheer cliffs at least forty metres in height; beyond, they can see the Arctosi plains.

Azarias narrows his eyes.

'Fan out, and be on guard; I don't like this.'