As we traveld, i notices that her right step would somtimes give in. The stitch i gavewas crude and not as neat as i would have hoped. With our quick pace, its only a mater of time before it reopens.

  "We should probably stop at a vilage for... supplies, with a new member and all, its probably wise for us toe get som exstra tents and maby a wagon before the bags become unbearable."

  She leande on a tree, her hand holding her side. "No. We're fine, and if more come along, they can carry their own things. We must press on." She took out her sheathed sword and used it as a cain.

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  As she wadeld along, the air around me became grey. Each step, time around me seemed to slow and my vision became mono-tone. Time seem to have stopped and the surroundings looked black and white. The sulwnce was broken by the ever increasingly thunderous sounds of hooves and metal clinking. I turend to the sounds as i saw a large man in pail grey aurmor completly covering him with light blue fire burning at the exsposed sections. He was riding a skelatal horce running on mist. Although the suroundi gs were void of collour, the figure was radiant.

  "Pálido..."