[i]What I need is a mentor of sorts. A man whose example I can follow and who can answer my questions.[/i] Marcel was immersed in his thoughts as he aimlessly wandered about the bustling caravan- his companions must have reached a decision for it seemed everyone was getting ready to leave soon. Perhaps what he needed was something more than a figure to follow- perhaps he needed a [i]cause[/i]? He let his good hand brush the shoulder of a horse as a few servants led it back towards the caravan. He thought of the exemplar knight- a man of duty and honor sat atop the noble creatures who both fought for the cause of a Lord. 

But no- Marcel had a cause, and that was to do his job to the best of his ability, and help the others he can along the way. His father always told him that it's not the money you make that will ultimately make you happy but whether or not your work fulfills you, and joining the White Guard had done that. His mind drifted to [color=00FFFF]Djonn[/color]; the man had a service record that spoke for itself. Perhaps [i]he[/i] was the mentor Marcel sought? Marcel already looked up to the man out of respect of authority as well as his history, not to mention the beard, and in more than a few ways he even reminded Marcel of his father. 

Marcel was startled when someone brushed past him- glancing up he met the eyes of Gisele for a moment but she looked away. Was that a look of suspicion? He recalled how she seemed to distrust the White Guard contingent that was with the caravan. Perhaps he would speak with her when they reached the Cossler Estate about the matter.

Marcel made his way back to where he had originally come from, his short journey fruitless in containing his anxiety. [color=FF3333]Rook[/color] and [color=FF66CC]Adele[/color] were still talking in private while Hemming seemed to have found [color=00FFFF]Djonn[/color] and [color=66FF33]Zach[/color]. Not wanting to intrude he approached the larger group.

"Ah, Master Hemming, good to see you're faring the journey well. It seems we're about to get this show back on the road," he glanced from Hemming to Djonn, then back to Hemming, "Whichever road that may be."