The group of five paladins guided their chargers through the streets of Boralus, making their way back towards the docks. The hooves of the chargers were caked with the mud of a long journey, and clumps fell off onto the streets as the horses clip-clopped past all the pedestrians. The paladins, though weary, sat upright in the saddle and carefully guided the chargers single-file past all the people.
“Keep up, Ainsley!”
Marachius raised his head and realized that he had fallen behind. Worse still, the other four were all staring back at him. Marc nudged his horse in the side and caught up with the rest. Once back with the group, he nodded and the others started moving again.
“Window shopping?” Nara asked, glancing over her...