That’ll Work… I guess.

That’ll Work… I guess.

You say in common, ‘All (obey urthan)
Syryn whickers happily.

You think.
You ask in common, ‘You take syryn in empty wagon? bring her back?

Urthan nods dully.
Urthan takes syryn the white clydesdale mare (pulling a wooden wagon) from the rug.
You blink.
Urthan tramples your toes as he makes his way to the north.

You say in common, ‘Well that work I guess
Urthan crashes in from the north.
Urthan drops syryn the white clydesdale mare (pulling a wooden wagon).

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