Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180618181624/@comment-34052734-20180621024602

“Where is he?” The man demanded before Orville countered him.

“I’m right here.” He tossed the man up a coin. “Take us to London and bite your tongue until we arrive,” he seethed.

The man grumbled before hastily opening the door for them. Once the two got in, he climbed up atop his seat and whipped at his horse.

Sir Wilkinson, who watched them carefully depart, stallion steady at his side, finally mounted his horse. He patiently waited until they nearly out of sight before trailing them.