The Master had also managed to procure himself a horse, though how he'd actually gone about doing so was anyone's guess. Anyone's but his, of course, and his smug smile might have made it more obvious that it hadn't been an entirely... honest transaction.

At the moment he was striking out alone, looking purposeful rather than wandering about like most of the riders. To anyone who knew anything about him, that couldn't be a good sign.

[[ooc: Totally open. Unless we work it out otherwise, all other threads will be assumed to happen before Eleven's. As for the subject line:

* Neither definitive success nor lack of retaliation is guaranteed. -Management]]