The 21st of Summer 512 Northern Wildlands Mac waited near the stables outside the Western wall of the fortress city of Nyka. Shin'ta was trying to get her nose into one of his pants pockets. She knew there was an apple hiding in there somewhere. Mac relented and pulled out the apple and held it out for her. The shaggy dirty-white mountain pony peeled her lips back in what looked like a grin and gently plucked it out of his open hand. She contentedly crunched away on it while Mac did another check to ensure that everything was securely tied down on her back. She was a sturdy horse and sure footed in difficult terrain. At twenty-two years of age, she was approaching the end of her useful life in the wilderness. She had been with Mac for a long time and they had developed a strong attachment to each other. He knew her moods and she knew his. It had been a good partnership. He was in no hurry to sell her and get a new one. Mac was not happy. This was supposed to be Rill's expedition. He had taken care of the arrangements and had handled the contract with the others, none of whom Mac had yet met. Then he got into that bar fight. Mac had missed out on the fun, being occupied with activities of a more sensual nature in an upstairs room. The upshot of it was that Rill had a broken leg and the expedition was now entirely Mac's responsibility. “They'd better show up pretty soon or I'll leave without 'em,” he said to no one in particular. Shin'ta nodded her head as though agreeing with him. OOC :
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