Syrrus
Wishful bard
"We need to go to the Wizard, alright?" The thief said grabbing hold of the prince. "Up on the horse, we wont stop until we reach his tower, no matter the time of day. I am not going to get frozen solid by a prince boy. No offence, don't get your knickers in a twist." He pushed the boy up on the back of the horse, behind the god. "Maybe with a God with us we'll be safe from the dark hours of the night? Lets go."