<div style="text-align: center">《Dan》<br/>
<i>Location: LDS Church<br/>
Addressing: Armando,</i>​</div><br/>Armando was a godsend, cutting the uninjured horse loose and pushing Dan away from imminent danger. The ex-fitness instructor-turned-guard watched in horror as the horse seemed to panic and destroy everything in its path before galloping away. The one stuck to the post was another matter. That horse sounded like it just wanted the pain to stop, and as Armando approached and tried to calm it, Dan felt his appreciation for Hale's right-hand man grow.<br/><br/>He tried to help as best he could as Armando attempted to put the horse down. "We gonna just leave it to die like that? Slowly?" Eying Armando, he took a quick assessment; it seemed like the man was bruised, his weapon lost, but he hadn't broken anything. Much.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'll get everyone rounded up," he said. "You okay?" But there wasn't time for bitching about injuries or lost wagons, certainly not time to worry about what happened to the horse who ran off. Dan fetched gear off the wagon for the oldest of the lot and shot the mouthy goth a look, reminded grimly of<i>Final Destination</i>and wondering if she really wanted that kind of outcome, or if he was just reading too much into her discontent.<br/><br/>"We're about halfway there," he informed them. Glancing over at Rebel he saw that the man was having a hard enough time keeping himself focused and probably wasn't in the mood to lead. Dan frowned, noticing the red blooming on the ex-cop's jaw, and signs he'd been in a scuffle – all things they could address once they were safe.<br/><br/>He was expecting to see at least a couple of outsiders at the camp – it had become a kind of 'pick up after yourself and use in peace' sort of base camp that the outside patrol and those who lived away from Abendblume shared.<br/><br/>"Listen up," he said, once the area was secured. "This place is available for use, but no one owns anything here, unless you brought it with you. Other people might come by and hole up for a day, or a night or two. Not everyone is friendly or safe. Not everyone is going to try to slit your throat while you sleep," he added. He saw Rebel waiting to speak to him and finished. "We'll be around if any of you have questions."