Throughout the planes group B (IC)

[Bushwhacked]

Having heard that one before Eshe just smiles to herself. She liked the conversation well enough but was privatly enjoying being back on a horse again. The dual rhythm's of the hoves hitting the cobbles beneath her and the steady gait of the animal was soothing.

"Well," she starts up, her voice seeming much more livly than it was an hour or so back when they met, "There was this one time where my squad were sent along the southern foothills of of the Tannath gap, this was about a year before we met with you Iago. We were told, that a thayan wizard vying for power had enslaved a tribe of gnolls and was moving them west into our territory. Well Ziyad, um, he was a storm-preist assigned to the squad, one of these big proud preists, walk around with their heads in the clouds and all that. He was particlarly proud of his booming voice, and you could see why, when he called a storm, you heard him. I mean half the time he didn't need the thunder as you couldn't hear it over his voice!" She pauses a moment to gather the rest of the story.