The horses were weary and restive as they were resaddled. They had had a long, hard day of riding and terrifying spider-battles, and now faced a night of forced march. Exhaustion and injury were real possibilities. Ogre in particular was resentful of being roused from his stall, and made his displeasure known by biting a hank of Lancaelad's ponytail and ripping it out of his scalp.
Rubbing his head, Lan slipped back into the Lorn Wastrel and found a minstrel cleaning her pipe with a cattail reed as the evening crowd billowed in. He slipped her a few silvers to play as many encores of
The Awnshegh and the Milk Maid as she could. It was a bawdy, popular ballad about a sly, lascivious blooded monster 'courting' a virtuous and clever common girl, and all the tests of increasing difficulty, danger and distraction she made it go through to press its suit. A bit vulgar for Lan's tastes, but there was no denying it demanding enthusiastic singing along and invited impromptu jigs. Why, if they were lucky someone might even get out the wooden spoons!
With the best musical distraction he could muster set up, Lan pulled up the hood of his travel-worn cloak and went out to join the others mounting up.
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Can you append an Animal Handling roll to this please?
