Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180109035748/@comment-34052734-20180617170229

“If that’s how we have to do this, then yes,” Orville bent over and gripped the cases. “Tomorrow morning. It will be the easiest time to draw a ride.”

Sir Wilkinson’s stallion pounded away at the ground, brisk winds slapping against the knight’s face. He was determined to locate them. They would be in another town, just north of London.