OCC: The theme of this thread is mysterious and spooky. It will hopefully be exciting and fast passed. --If a character does not answer to a question whithin ten minutes and is slowing down others ho wish to carry on, and excuse will be made and he may answer when he is back online
Caradog ap Dafydd did wait upon horse at the unusually quiet Western gatehouse of London. The gates were in fact far from the city, as the city had not yet grown to its size to become. The usual trade had passed, and Caradog felt quite lonely upon the road as he awaited the arrival of William Clinton. The expadition to Birmingham should prove an intressting one. A Heretic...
His bags were packed upon a pack horse. Caradog was all prepared. He had left Gerard in charge of St Mary's and his other duties for the time.
Caradog even felt slightly nervous. There was an uneasy feeling to the whole thing.