CLOK BBS

With a final check of her horse and one last walk through the wagon to make sure everything is tied down, Kyskie gazes around the dry plains with a quiet sigh. She climbs up to the seat of the wagon and with a quiet word she urges her horse forward. The heavy wagon trails deep ruts behind it as it heads northwest, into the distance.

I guess that was straw that broke the horses back.

It's very unfortunate as Kyskie was respected, consistent and good with design. (And I didn't get to grab a cotehardie before the incident)

:(

Kyskie will be missed!