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At first Galileo had been hesitant to sign up for the journey to some forgein packlands. A rickity old wagon pulled by thoughs equine demons seemed as if it was the devils own design. He himself had been happy to contribute to the trading items, bringing along a bundle of horse hair from his ponies, cut by Iven of course, who had no qualms about letting Galileo bask in the glory. After all, it was Galileo who was power hungry. But when he seated himself at the rear of the contraption, and the pack members followed him on, already starting their conversations, the worries soon faded. Being one of the first to dismount, he stretched his shoulders and sighed as he looked over his shoulder at the others.
The ride was actually enjoyable after a while, he had conversed with his pack members plenty and had learnt a damn site more about them than he would have bothered to learn if he was to approached them on any other occasion. He hope he was showing his worth within the pack, he was a small step away from becoming chosen for the council, something which he had set his sights on. Yes, perhaps he was power hungry, but that was jsut how he survived.
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