" youre kind of in a lot of trouble too, you signed first" The armored figure added as the paper is put away
" we will be off in 30 minutes. get any supplies you need from town. buy a mount if you don't have one"
Panriil went back to his table and finished his fine meal. Thereafter he headed out to a nearby weapons shop to stock up on throwing knives. He was back at the pub five minutes before they were supposed to leave.
Laeothrin strokes his horse, Valiant's mane. "Sorry about this; I know you were looking forward to resting." He murmurs to him. He pulls himself up onto the saddle. "Ready to go."
Deliron runs out of the tavern, dodging a frying pan. he quickly mounts his Tiger and rides off west
" dammit, Del"
The armored figure bolts off after him riding at epic speeds