Tynan walked up from behind Feather, holding Adam's face against his shoulder. He looked at the charred circle of corn the up at the spire of stalks. His eyes narrowed. "There will be more," Tynan said, looking down at the fallen priest. He made s disgusted sound. "Dammit, he can be such a pain. He's out cold." Their horses trotted up sedately and Tynan put Adam on Feather's. Without a word, Tynan picked up the priest and slung the unconcious man over his saddle.

"Lets go, Feather." he said.

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The young priest groaned, his chest throbbing with a faint dull pain. It was strangely warm and comfortable, with the gentle rocking motion of the horse at a sedate walk under him. "Comfy?" asked a voice right by his ear. Arum's eyes shot open and he looked into the face of Tynan, who looked mildly disgusted. They had ridden hard for the rest of the day through the woods, and riding at a trot and a canter with a man slung over your saddle like a sack of grain was hard, so Tynan was forced to seat Arum properly infront of him and lean the man against him. It was late in the night when Tynan felt Arum stirring.

"Oh my god!" Arum exclaimed, pulling away with a shudder and looking sick. "Ugh - that was gross!"

Adam laughed as he rode with Feather. "This is the thanks I get for riding with you passed out all day?" Tynan snapped as the reined in and Arum hastily got off his horse. He stood on the ground and was dusting himself. "Idiot." Tynan muttered.

Feather looked amused. "I think we've ridden hard enough." she said. "I think it's time we find a camp and have a hot meal." Adam cheered at this suggestion.

Tynan looked around at the clearing they were in. "Here's good enough," he said, dismounting.