<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Bittersweet_witcher.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adao<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The world!<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Elias from here: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=260890.msg12917100#msg12917100<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Chain and padded leather, sheepskin coat<br/><hr/><hr/>Tracks showed a couple of carts and a whole load of people on foot had passed by, Adao was one.  He’d gotten a bit of lift from a merchant, exchanging guard duties for saving on boot leather for a few days.  The man had turned off awhile though, putting Adao back on foot.  He’d be hiking a ways before reacing the pass to Kaer Morhen but this wasn’t the first time he’d come home afoot after losing a horse.  Another horse.<br/><br/>Squinting at the sky and grateful for the lack of rain, Adao shrugged his swords higher on his shoulders and broke into a bit of a breathless song.<br/><br/><em>“I've been a Wild Rover for many's the year<br/>... And I spend all my money on whiskey and beer<br/>And now I'm returning with gold in great store<br/>And I never will play the Wild Rover no more<br/><br/>...No, nay, never no more, will I play the Wild Rover, no, never no more ....”</em>Adao trailed off.  There were hoofbeats ahead and Adao straightened up, picking up his pace before relaxing at Flick’s friendly barking.  His girl knew trouble when she saw it and when Adao came round the bend, he recognized the big horse and the youngster atop it.<br/><br/>“Elias!” Adao waved as Flick danced around the horse’s hooves, panting happily.<br/><br/>The boy - and most of the others all thought of Elias as ‘the boy’ - was the youngest of them all, newest to survive the Trials, and maybe tended a bit too much by men that should know better.  He needed seasoning, like a roast pig but the only way he’d get it would be if the older witchers would let him find his trouble of his own to get into.<br/><br/>“Stole away from your nursemaids, did you?”