"Come now, Valor!"
"My name is Roug you fool."
"That is no name for a knight's steed!"
"You're not a knight. Your job description is literally 'Lancer'. How much of a pompous idiot are you?"
The Radrill huffed, tossing his mane as the armored man on his back attempted to kick him onwards, his hands careful on the reigns. Not that he actually needed them, generally, Val knew where to go. His lance lay across his lap, the specially made saddle buckling it into place when not in use, the heavy shield hanging from his back.
"Hey, fool, look up ahead."
The rough voice of his steed brought him out of his reviere. He squinted slightly, leaning forward to get a better look at the... The darkness that literally shrouded the land. His steed began to back away before he made a displeased sound, a heavy click of his tongue.
"Valor! We can't stop now! Get me closer, hmm?"
The Radrill furrowed his brow before groaning, padding forward to the edge of the mist. This was as far as he was going to go. The fool on his back would be just fine, but he needed to see the ground in order to walk on it, in order to make sure it was safe to walk on. "Come now, Valor! Be brave, old friend."
"I will throw you off my back you prick."
"Now now, that's no way to speak to nobility."
"Sorry, Sir Fuckwad, but I am not going into the black mist. It's black mist. It's dangerous."
"Now now! We don't know that friend!"
"March, it's black fucking mist. I do not know how to explain it to you any more. If you want to go in, you're going in on foot, and without me." The Radrill tossed his head with that final huff, beginning to turn away from the mist as the man on his back gave a displeased whine.
"My name is Roug you fool."
"That is no name for a knight's steed!"
"You're not a knight. Your job description is literally 'Lancer'. How much of a pompous idiot are you?"
The Radrill huffed, tossing his mane as the armored man on his back attempted to kick him onwards, his hands careful on the reigns. Not that he actually needed them, generally, Val knew where to go. His lance lay across his lap, the specially made saddle buckling it into place when not in use, the heavy shield hanging from his back.
"Hey, fool, look up ahead."
The rough voice of his steed brought him out of his reviere. He squinted slightly, leaning forward to get a better look at the... The darkness that literally shrouded the land. His steed began to back away before he made a displeased sound, a heavy click of his tongue.
"Valor! We can't stop now! Get me closer, hmm?"
The Radrill furrowed his brow before groaning, padding forward to the edge of the mist. This was as far as he was going to go. The fool on his back would be just fine, but he needed to see the ground in order to walk on it, in order to make sure it was safe to walk on. "Come now, Valor! Be brave, old friend."
"I will throw you off my back you prick."
"Now now, that's no way to speak to nobility."
"Sorry, Sir Fuckwad, but I am not going into the black mist. It's black mist. It's dangerous."
"Now now! We don't know that friend!"
"March, it's black fucking mist. I do not know how to explain it to you any more. If you want to go in, you're going in on foot, and without me." The Radrill tossed his head with that final huff, beginning to turn away from the mist as the man on his back gave a displeased whine.