Get It? Neigh-Boring. Say It Slow.
Okay Marivhon, you sprint off into the night. Let's see, make a CN check, an IQ check, and a WI check. By the way, with half-elf infravision? Neither horse, nor rider, nor M1K glow, so you can't rely on that for following.
Gregolas is all like "Whoa dudes... Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! Uh, I'm kinda baked right about now? Don't know if I can handle this right about now."
Greetles goes to round up some horses from neighboring farms.
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Abbey murmurs something, nods her head, and walks into the shadows.