Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer

Achkby arises sort of in the middle of people waking, but is nonetheless one of the last few out the door. He dawdles his way downstairs, and eats a slow breakfast of hot porridge.

This stuff really tastes fantastic after so long on the road. I wonder if it travels well. Nah, bet not.

Achby emerges from the hall behind Fizahn, and grimaces at the sight of the mounts again. Heaving a little sigh, he wanders over near his pony and hovers a yard or so away, waiting until the very last moment to actually climb on the creature.