As Wren awaited Gnarl’s mission, she glanced behind her as others arrived, ignoring Joachim’s question. She had no idea why they were summoned more than he did after all. She stifled a bit of a smile at Atl’s half naked form, learning not to blush at the sight of a naked man long ago. It was still funny, seeing the savage with his cat wrapped around his shoulders. Her eyes then flickered to Sikarthis. She really had no problems with him. And she herself preferred the cold. But she had a feeling even snow could be hot to him if it didn’t stick to his neck in the process of falling. Either way, she didn’t see his disposition as one that was as brutal as some of the others. Some of the men in their company were always in a warring mood, arrogant stance, etc. She would find it simply exhausting. She smiled and nodded a bit at Theo, as she’d known him since childhood pretty much, him being good friends with her father. 

She tapped her fingers on her arm in an impatient manner until Gnarl finally spoke and sent Theo away. She frowned a bit, chewing her bottom lip and listening as he spoke of the riders. She stepped forward closer, trying to see if they were still in sight over Gnarl’s shoulder, but they were not. She didn’t say anything in response to Gnarl’s charge of taking horses to the Queen’s village and asking questions, but she did roll her eyes a bit when he said no fighting. That would be… difficult. 

Wren sighed and headed down and away from where their meeting had taken place, feet moving lithely towards the stables. She picked out her favorite of the horses, one that dipped its head when she reached out her hand, and had a lovely dark chocolate color to it. She saddled him and ascended, still not addressing any of the others as of yet while awaiting them to join her. When those of the company called had assembled, she trotted off towards the village at a leisurely pace, eyes half open in apparent boredom. It didn’t help when Joachim strode his horse up next to hers. She looked over at him and shook her head when he asked if she knew the lands, only look at him with vague interest for the first few lines of his spiel. After that she just tuned him out. Making a ‘mm’ sound or nodding at times when it seemed appropriate, rolling her eyes after a while because it seemed like he just wouldn’t shut up. 

When the man finally did, she whispered [b]”Thank God,”[/b] under her breath, until she glanced over to the smoke. Her eyes widened, and it took all of 2 seconds before a [b]”H’yah!”[/b] left her lips and she was galloping with speed towards the village. She was never one to think much before acting, and it was in her blood to slay. Whoever had caused this, would taste her blade.