<div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/img07.deviantart.net/ef82/i/2015/076/9/a/warrior_girl_by_allnamesinuse-d8lzd27.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Lilian<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Foot-pounders aren't used to riding!<br/><hr/>Lilian had been torn about their travel arrangements. The cleric would've been much more comfortable sitting up top with the tortle driver, but she really didn't want to leave her horse behind. After all, what was the point in spending gold on something that just sat around in a stable? The problem was that Lilian really wasn't much of a rider. Infantry were meant for trudging and they held a special distain for anyone who observed the battle from atop a steed (rather than down in the muck and blood where the real work got done).<br/><br/>So the former soldier rode alongside the carriage, wearing an air of sullen acceptance while she kept watch for anything untoward or interesting. That was a new twist and a welcome one at that. Lilian felt at times that she was seeing the world anew. There was still danger here, but there was also wonder and that in itself felt like a blessing to the jaded warrior.<br/><br/>"You're missing so much splendour," she announced, not for the first time, "cooped up inside that stuffy wooden box!"<br/><br/>But the tortoise was making surprisingly rapid progress and Lilian was impressed that their hunter managed to keep pace on foot for so long. The cleric doubted she would have managed much better in his place. She was happy enough to share the wizard's company normally, but out here on the road, she felt awkward and clumsy. Finally, when Kanuna announced they were nearing the Ferry, the dark-haired woman could take it no more and she quickly dismounted. Lilian led her horse onward, trying to unwork some of the knots and cricks that had worked their way into her spine while she rode.<br/>