Re: Brattor's Thrall (Adventure Thread)
Milo hefts his pack and falls in line behind the group as they set out his dog close at his heels.
The morning air slightly chilled makes it good for walking and Milo is in good spirits.
A song springs from his lips as he mosies along.
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark,
At the end of a storm, there's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone...