Kailus: Saddle sores

Kailus was loathe to admit his pain at the long ride. It was inevitable, the moment he agreed to this demeaning guard duty, but still unwelcome.

But it is noon now, and there might still be more to go. He looks at the rocks below and nods to Veyna. "It seems like we will meet others soon, whether they are our quarry or not. Which ever way, we are not going to know which is which. We should at least disguise the messenger's horse so that they do not guess at our intentions."

He dismounts and uses some dirt to cover up, again, some of the more distinguishing marks on the horse. At least the saddle bags have been covered up already and the saddle buried.

"Lets proceed with care, we can just claim we are caravan guards who got separated from our caravan while scouting."