<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/9b/80/989b802fc7d36ab6eb434cca729b5bd2.jpg)</div>Ares quickly got Leofwine’s drift, but still found himself too drowsy to come up with a story of his own that made sense. Instead, he retold one of the rowdy adventures he had in one of the ports he had visited ten years ago. It was one of his favorite tales that had only grown more impressive with every retelling, involving ale, women, coin, good food, and a haughty nobleman who ended up with a broken nose and an impregnated daughter. In reality, that’s not quite what happened, but the little lies were what made it such a great story to tell.<br/><br/>“My share of the gold, eh?” Ares asked. “Well, a horse for sure. I know that feet are meant to be used for walking, but when you get to my age and your bones are starting ache from old war wounds, you want nothing more than to just sit your ass down on a mighty steed and have it carry you wherever you please. Besides, I never owned a horse before,” Ares admitted truthfully. “I think it’d be nice to have one. They’re quite expensive in their upkeep though, but with the amount of gold that we’re going to get, I don’t see that being a problem.”<br/><br/>Friend and bandit alike could probably tell that he spoke with a genuine voice. Worried about the ambush, Ares figured he should pay a bit more attention to their surroundings. The cleric whispered a silent word and cast Guidance on himself, hoping that it’d aid him as he checked their surroundings.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-09-11 01:09:50, Ares (uid: 35277) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=107203)<br/>At 2017-09-11 01:11:16, Ares (uid: 35277) rolls: 1d4 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=107204)<br/>Total perception: 17</div></div>