(IC) On the Road Again....
Tyrael rode in the back of the wagon, leaning against the side board and snoring lightly. She had decided to ride in the wagon after she fell asleep riding her own horse and had tumbled to the ground. Being the seasoned campaigner that she was, Tyrael was clutching her sword to her chest as if it were a plush animal. She muttered something every time the wagon gave a hard bump.