Faurosk had been walking for hours.
Where he was going, well, he wasn’t quite sure. Chasing a rumor did have a tendency to take some time, and he was relatively prepared for the journey ahead. His familiar walked at his side, a sizable Allirian wild dog grown well into its adolescence. The beast gave a quiet grumble, and the mage couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Just be glad I didn’t turn you into a mule this time, friend.” The man’s voice was friendly- gentle, even -and he gave the dog a gentle scratch behind the ear. “I know you hate walking almost as much as I do. Few more miles, then we’ll break for lunch, alright?” His smile was wide and bright as the pair continued down the road, and he threw a squinting glance towards the sun only a few moments later.
“You’re right, though… It is getting to be rather warm out.” The dog gave an excited bark, startling the mage from his muttering. His familiar hardly ever made a noise much louder than a whisper when they were alone, and Faurosk knew his companion’s veritable shout of a yap was a sign that they’d have company soon. His gaze fell from the noonday sun to the long road ahead, and he could faintly make out a silhouette in the distance. He assumed it must be someone riding on horseback, given the strange shadow that was thrown in his direction.
The mage took a moment to fix his robes, adjusting the way his numerous belts and pouches sat around his waist to give the most put-together impression he could muster. The dog made another excited sound, this one much more subdued, and Faurosk met it with a laugh. Giving his friend one last pat on the head, he walked on towards the oncoming stranger, knowing that his familiar was at least twice as excited as he was to meet someone new.
Where he was going, well, he wasn’t quite sure. Chasing a rumor did have a tendency to take some time, and he was relatively prepared for the journey ahead. His familiar walked at his side, a sizable Allirian wild dog grown well into its adolescence. The beast gave a quiet grumble, and the mage couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Just be glad I didn’t turn you into a mule this time, friend.” The man’s voice was friendly- gentle, even -and he gave the dog a gentle scratch behind the ear. “I know you hate walking almost as much as I do. Few more miles, then we’ll break for lunch, alright?” His smile was wide and bright as the pair continued down the road, and he threw a squinting glance towards the sun only a few moments later.
“You’re right, though… It is getting to be rather warm out.” The dog gave an excited bark, startling the mage from his muttering. His familiar hardly ever made a noise much louder than a whisper when they were alone, and Faurosk knew his companion’s veritable shout of a yap was a sign that they’d have company soon. His gaze fell from the noonday sun to the long road ahead, and he could faintly make out a silhouette in the distance. He assumed it must be someone riding on horseback, given the strange shadow that was thrown in his direction.
The mage took a moment to fix his robes, adjusting the way his numerous belts and pouches sat around his waist to give the most put-together impression he could muster. The dog made another excited sound, this one much more subdued, and Faurosk met it with a laugh. Giving his friend one last pat on the head, he walked on towards the oncoming stranger, knowing that his familiar was at least twice as excited as he was to meet someone new.