I've Come Here to Die, Said the Horse

Coan, the barbarian stayed leaning against the tree. He was not sure that he could pull himself upright again. You must have plenty of treasure stashed away,. We could go rimworts. How about it nice and warm? Get a nice, warm place by a beach somewhere. What do you say, no treasure said, comin. Spent it all, drank it all, gave it all away, lost it. Never thought i'd have an old age. One day you're going to die, said the horse. It might be to day. I know. Why do you think i've come here? The horse turned and looked down the gorge. In a few