<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9nxJVoz.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Aubry Three-Streams<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Cooped up and restless, Aubry opts to walk<br/><hr/><br/>For a while, Aubry had traveled on foot, as he preferred not to be cooped up with the rest of his companions inside of the shaded heat of the carriage. He was a fit man, yet after a few hours of keeping pace with the long-strided centaur Thaialie and the fruit-hungry tortoise Betsy, he felt fatigue in his calves that forced him back inside. He was clearly not comfortable as a passenger, as he constantly shifted in his seat to look ahead at the land. Aubry had grown up east of Rhest, in a remote camp on the Endless Plains, where one could see for miles and miles to the end of the horizon. He had seldom opportunity to see the hilly lands in the southern vale, where you could only see to the top of the next hill. Any type of game and any sort of danger could have been waiting for them around the next bend, and he felt useless sitting on a bench, bumping elbows with his comrades.<br/><br/>He'd wriggled in his seat long enough by the time Kanuna told them how close they had come to Drellin's Ferry.<strong>"Good."</strong>Aubry barely heard what the tortle driver had said about looking presentable; he owned nothing silken or colorful, and would continue to wear the same road-worn leather he'd traveled in when they eventually got an audience with the captain in Drellin's Ferry. At least one of his companions wished to be more presentable, and as Excellence began to strip off her sleeping clothes, the hunter tried to disguise his interest in the soft definition of her red ochre body. He particularly did not care for her, and barely tolerated her as a teammate, which made it all the more embarrassing for him as he found it difficult to avert his gaze.<br/><br/>As she began to redress in her fineries, he finally tore his gaze away. Aubry stood and pulled his hood over his head before he sidled past the rest of the carriage passengers and hopped outside again. He trotted to catch back up to the carriage after he landed, and maintained a long-strided quick pace to keep up. He came up to Betsy's side, mindful not to get clipped by her powerful legs as they propelled the massive tortoise forward, and strongly patted her shell. Every couple of minutes or so, he felt for the bow strapped to his back, as if to make sure it was still there. If what was said about the Witchwoods were true, then he had a feeling that he would be using it 'ere before long.