[b][center]Regalia & Remara[/center][/b]

	Taking Inyatas hand Regalia helped the young corsair swing up into place behind her on her steed and waited for her to get situated, giving the little one a soft squeeze of her hand before pushing her horse forward and following Ishmael and the wagon, hanging back a little bit and keeping her eyes out for anything that may come up. Hearing Inyatas question she chuckled somewhat. It wasn’t a bad question but it was one that was difficult to answer. “Being a Corsair is more than grand adventures on the high seas and wondrous treasures found buried in the sands of a deserted beach. It’s about being a leader. Someone your crew can look up to and trust and someone that makes those that would cross you think twice. It’s about having an air around you that gives off the feeling of confidence and respect. A captain without the respect of her crew will be a captain for only a short time.”

	“The last thing a Corsair wants to deal with is other pirates trying to take her hard earned treasure,” she said as they rode;  “Turning her head slightly so she could look back at Inyata sitting behind her.  “Anyways, tavern brawls lead to torn silk. Why waste a perfectly good shirt on a ruffian that isn’t worth the cost of the silk,” she said with a wink. “I’m not saying be as stoic as that one,” Regalia said pointing over to Ramara. “But pick your battles.”

	Ramara smirked hearing Regalias comment but it faded quickly, having been riding a bit in front and staying closer to Ceceria than the rest.  “Very rude indeed,” Ramara said in an ever flat tone as she kept her eyes on the road ahead for the most part but every so often they would dart from side to side to check the layout of the land as they passed incase an ambush was set up in the tree lines.  She listened to the clip clop of the horses that had with them, the fall of footsteps  made by those that were walking and the creaking of the wheels of the carts turning, taking note of each sound as it came to her ears and keeping an ear out for any changes further away from the.

	“I am sure you have a great many tricks up your sleeves.”