"Well Mandarb, I think we've outgrown our welcome." With a long exhale, he fastened the destrier's bit and bridle. The Hospice was getting fuller and fuller everyday with some of the more destitute citizens of the Docks being brought into its halls. Rollo himself had already started sleeping in the stables to offers his own room. What little belongings he had were quickly stored away, but as things stood he'd need to find new lodgings.

The only question was, with what money....

As more snow began to fall Rollo led his horse away from the Hospice for places unknown. Perhaps there would be work further into the city. The idea of trying to docks did occur to him but with this mysterious ailment wreaking havok he was more likely to catch it and die than find work. Of course he still had to be honest to himself, what skills did he have that could be sold, or used to procure labor" He feld moderately skilled with the spear strapped to Mandarb's side, but his forray's into the Arena's were making that confidense doubtful. True he knew how to handle horses, but most who needed stable hand's already had them.

"Quite a spot we're in, eh' old man?" the words a whisper to the black horse as it whinnied in agreement.

((Not sure where this will go, but anyone is free to jump in. And cross posting on the RoH site. ))