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[ladybirdcrap]

You've made it out of the prairie and underbrush, congratulations! But with the lack of supplies from the journey around Alderwood has left you beat. Your horses hate you, you've got sand up in places where it's not welcome, you're hungry, cranky, and if you've been riding you'll be walking like Dean for a little bit. Lucky enough for you, the next town isn't much of a detour, so you can restock, trade, and try not to burn anything down.

[Mission: Stock up, let the horses rest, treat your cholera, etc]

Comments

[scantilyclad]

... Resume your duties.

[mercyless]

[ i don't like your tone missy. ]

How about you give me a hand instead of just standing there?

[scantilyclad]

Oh, 'tis impossible. My arms are too scrawny - why, I would faint dead away.

[mercyless]

Then I suppose they can't handle holding a glass of water either.

[ you don't help, you don't drink. ]

[scantilyclad]

Indeed not!

[mercyless]

[ why are we helping these people again. ]

[ resumes the loading. ]