Derrix’s eyes darted from tree to rock to shrub. He cocked his head like an owl’s, making sure to study every inch of the surrounding. Even as his mighty war horse slowed to match Sana’s, his bouncing golden gaze did not cease. 

	His mind was blank, and it was cool and refreshing. The cold embrace of work took over, and sent a fresh chill throughout his body, like iced water on a hot day. The busy body after all, kept a clear mind. Then a groan clattered into his helmet’s ear holes and bounced around until it perked his ears.

	He turned his head over to Sana, just in time to catch a glance in his direction from her. The warmth of thought started to leak into his cold calculated mind set on work, and it nearly brought a frown to his mouth.

	“The sighing breath whispers a full mind,” Derrix stated simply, as if ripping his phrase from an old book, “a full mind has no room for new observations, are you having any trouble?”