Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180826001644/@comment-36576859-20180829141627

Bradmante takes stock of what little he has.

"Saddle and bridle, check. Water canteen, check. Pound of jerky check. horse food check. I've got my special photo and wait where's my right shoe? Did I leave it at the hotel?" ​​​​He looks up at his equine friend with a look of sheer panic. "Roland we gotta go back! Quick before the race starts!"

He and his Steed bolt down the road back towards the hotel where he'd stayed since arriving in San Diego.

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