QUOTE(Hankellin @ Oct 3 2006, 12:02 PM)
(OOC: To set the scene, Generic town, generic world.)
(To Redwolf)
It has been raining for the past fortnight and you ride up to the small walled town that you got directions to from the last place you were at.
The mud splatters up your horse's legs to coat your boots in a thick clinging mess.
You see a faint light coming through the gaps in the wood used to shut the gate...
*RedWolf pets his mount* Well girl, another town in the middle of no-where.
*He rides up to the gate, using his stick to knock on the wooden doors*
Hello?
May you have the hindsight to see where you've been, the foresight to see where you're going, and the insight to know when you've gone to far.