Derrix raised his shielded in recognition of Sana’s words.

	“I will ride ahead,” He volunteered, eager to be of use rather than a stagnant man covered in metal. He dug a heel into Charroux and the mighty warhorse silently trotted up to Sana's mount. Derrix's golden gaze glew like a flickering candle past his helmet as he took in the sight of who will be leading the quest, this being the first time he truly got the chance to observe her. After his quick and discreet helmet hidden scaling, he nodded shortly, "ready when you are."