Rives guides Strider towards the stables and the other five horses follow the stallion closely. Turning to address the scrawny boy who addressed him as he passed through the gates, the young, wiry stable hand calls over "hell if I know, but doesn't look like we've got much choice but to fight."
With that Rives hurries the horses along. Hopefully, he thinks, everyone makes it in and they get the gates closed. Rives really didn't want to think of how things would go if they had to fight the gnolls one on one, though the thought made his arm begin to ache, remembering the pain of the axe blow from the other day.
With that Rives hurries the horses along. Hopefully, he thinks, everyone makes it in and they get the gates closed. Rives really didn't want to think of how things would go if they had to fight the gnolls one on one, though the thought made his arm begin to ache, remembering the pain of the axe blow from the other day.



