Very funny… Not

“Oh, just shut it…” he grumbled, clearly not sharing her humorous approach to his miserable state. He looked around, searching for the horse, but it was nowhere to be found. With a sigh he started to follow its tracks, but after having walked a few meters he stopped and looked back at Winifred “Are you coming or what? We don’t want to waste the entire day searching for that horse.”. Not that he was going to leave without it either. Everything that he owned was strapped to that saddle, except for what he was wearing and of cause his money which were carefully hidden in a small leather pouch strapped to his belt.