BonFire

[Nandon]

William smiled as he warmed to his theme, then he shoved the assassin.
"Get walking." he said turning his back now as the assassin walked away, he began packing up his suplies and placing them in nighthood's saddle

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Naomi called Windkissed over with a cluck of her tongue, watching as he quickly gathered himself and trotted right over. She ran her hand down his silky smooth coat, marveling at the way he shined for a few moments before laying the saddlebag across his rump. She glanced at William, giving a solemn nod before mounting Windkissed. It was time to leave. Time to get going to the family that had ruined their family home and faltered the memories that went along with it.

A touch of anger frayed outward, a strange calm following as if it was the calm before the storm. What would happen when the two reached the house? It certainly wouldn't be just a friendly conversation. Would the assassin try and attack the two again?

Naomi pushed the thoughts aside once more, reining aside Windkissed to wait while William gathered the rest of his items.