OOC: I still think it's all right to keep playing... absences are frustrating, I know. But I won't mind posting one more time, and trying to pick up the pace. If not, okay.
I do suggest they back track to the mine, but of course, for Sanzja's sword. However, were they to come across anything, she'd merely be armed with a knife (...for fruit).
"Indeed."
She promised herself, far into the land of idleness she had so recently been priveleged to visit, that were the horse still there, she might name it.
Standing beside the cheerful mare, she rubbed her chin and thought. "Well, Hadjir, I don't suppose I'll be stubborn enough to walk this time." At his urging, she, with a smile, climbed into the saddle, and looked to her remaining companion. "The mines, and let's not worry for enemies, I've no magic but a paring knife." She realized she sounded ridiculous. A sense of humor, was it? Or perhaps overconfidence. "It'll do."
