"Ral, I can't thank you enough..."
His tone was hushed and urgent, as he caught up. His gear was accounted for, but he was travelling light so that they could travel fast. It was in Jareds mind to stock up on weapons in Grorr.
He patted his friend on the shoulder, taking the reigns of one horse and spent a few minutes, squinting in the dark trying to get his bag tied on secure. One foot in the spur, he hoisted himself up, sitting straight and steadying the horse.
Waiting for Ralean to be ready, he grins.
"All set? Lets go."
Nuding his horse with a click, the horse set pace for Grorr, non-phased by the rumbling thunder in the sky.