<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melan Songsteel<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Paladin<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Dusk<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I have no issue with this task. Rest well and I shall return it to you in the morning." Melan said as the medallion was handed over. The matter seemingly set to rest much as the others were making to do themselves. Pulling out a simple chain with her holy symbol on it from beneath her armor, she attaches the medallion and slides it back beneath the chain and breastplate to rest beneath the steely exterior.<br/><br/>"Well, I will leave you to your... light fingering?" She half stated and half asked with the rather handy pair nearby getting on with their own entertainments. They certainly were a boisterous funny bunch, not unlike some the rowdier miners she'd seen so long ago.<em>Well, enough relaxing I suppose. I need to check on Rusher and do my evening exercises before bed. Everyone seems to be seeking out their own relaxation for the night already as well. Enough dallying about.</em>Finishing off her own drink, she rose from the table and gathered what things she had brought in.<br/><br/>"If you have difficulty securing lodgings you may share mine, Eferhild. Do not worry about the coin, my stipend already budgeted for the room and if the ambassadors are already going to spend it on this trip." She continued, looking over towards the table where the charges she escorted along the road were staying with a chuckle. "They are good people and skilled with words but they do like to tarry about with their celebrations after every little success. It's hard to fault them giving extra custom to the smaller towns, however well-known the inn may be."<br/><br/>The offer having been extended, taken or not she had things to do, namely a short visit to the stables to ensure her trusty steed had enough to eat. The scent of horseflesh in the stables wasn't always a pleasant one to the nobility but she'd more than grown used to it through her training and Rusher appeared to have settled in well even if he did give her a low snort. "Yes, yes. I know I'm late. It's crowded and I met a few new people."<br/><br/>She snagged her own grooming brush and began giving her horse the proper rub down, having warned the stable hands not to even try to do it when she wasn't nearby. While not really a wild horse the warsteed wasn't one to brook much from anyone but his rider. His ears flicked as she slowly worked across his muscled flanks, humming a low tune while he started to eat the feed that had been left out for him again. "Don't worry too much though, I'll take you on a run tomorrow night if nothing happens. I know escort duty is as boring for you as it can be for me but just bear with it a little longer. There's a fine place near Greyhawk to stretch your legs properly."<br/><br/>The beast gave another snort and shook his head, stamping one foot on the dirt and pausing his eating. "Oh, fine. How about this instead? We both go on a run now?" She snickered, reaching over towards his head and running her hands through his mane. Freeing him from the stall for a bit, she left him free of saddle, barding, or bags. It was time for a proper run. "Okay, warm up around the town then a real rush." She chuckled, clicking her tongue and heading towards the stable exit. It was better than just working out in her room anyway.<br/><br/>Setting out at a light jog in her armor, the heavy clank of metal is matched by the beat of nearby hooves with the starting warm-up of the slow pace. She couldn't hope to match his speed really but it was a good warm up to stretch his legs. Once around the town on foot, then a good solid run on his back to get him going, another half walk to cool-down, and another brushing before bed would do nicely.<br/><br/>"Tiny bubbles inn my beer, makes me happy and full of cheer. Tiny bubbles in my wine, makes me happy all the time!" She sang out to the beat of the steps, a heavy quick steady march to get the blood flowing well through her legs.