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"I am smart as well," Dmitri countered, "I've solved the most complicated puzzles of the elven ruins, outsmarted the worst of the Briarhearts."

"They invented an invention, something called a clockwork machine." He looked back over his shoulder seeing four men draped in black cloaks slowly drifting toward them at the beginning of the alley. "We don't have much time." He smirked sheepishly at the man. "Read for a carriage ride?"

"Must I ride in the carriage though? I have my own horse," he said.

"Very well, you may ride on your hoarse." He looked at the man. "They don't you so you should be fine if you don't say my name in public, you should be fine." He sighed. "Ready for an, adventure laddy?" He looked at the large man the stood before him. "I will warn ya though." He looked over his shoulder. "You may or may not come back."

(The a in horse was an accident.)

(You could just edit your post instead of making a new one to correct it. And understand, typos happen, you don't need to let me know every time )

"I'll come back. I have a wife and daughter," he laughed and a glowing orb of purple light appeared in his hand. He thrust his palm out and when the orb hit the ground, a skeletal horse with black bones, purple tendons and white and purple flames for it's mane and tail appeared, Dmitri immediately got on and patted the horse's neck, "This is Arvak."

He stepped cowardly backwards. "What the hell is that?" He pointed at the undead black horse. "GET THAT FRICKIN THING AWAY FROM ME!"

"This is my horse. Maybe you're not cut out for your own adventure," he said.

"Oh no I am." He stood up straight. "But where we are going there aren't any giant undead horses!"

"Arvak is a normal sized undead horse," Dmitri countered with a laugh, "He's my horse and hell disappear when I don't need him."

"Very well." He got into his carriage. "Let's go."

Dmitri lightly tapped his heels into Arvak's side and the ghostly horse started off, following after the carriage.

Falen sighed. "Can I have some water?" He peeked through the opening seperating the driver and the rider. A flintlock pistol was pressed against Falen's forehead. "You don't need any."

Dmitri was very confused as he looked at the driver of the carriage, "Why do you threaten him with such a weapon for asking for water?" he asked.

"He's part of the Brotherhood you idiot!" He tried to struggle but the man had him in a head lock with the gun to his head.

Suddenly there was an arrow through the carriage driver's head, tipped with dragon bone and Dmitri's bow was made of the same material. He hadn't even slowed his horse.

Falen was speechless. He just sat there. Staring at the man on the undead horse. "What the..."

"What?" he shrugged as he put the bow back over his shoulder. His tail twitched slightly as he settled down.

He jumped into the front seat. He grabbed the gun that the driver had. "You continue to amaze me."

"I do that," he shrugged and laughed then made Arvak start moving faster.