07-25-2014, 09:25 PM
Elf. It was definitely Heceril then. "Well...Um...Good luck with your future prospects and endeavors." Cormac backed out of the building and began running back to the carriage. The friction burns on his legs, from various instances where he slid on the pole, screamed at him, but he ignored it and made it to the carriage in very little time. He popped his head in the door. "Hey, change of plans. We're leaving now." He slammed the door shut and hopped up onto the seat and got the horses moving. He didn't want to risk anything as now he knew who did the hit as well as issued it.
