As no one else seemed quite as interested in the particulars, it was the dragonkin who reached out to pluck the card off the table, opalescent eyes peering down her snout at the grinning visage before twisting it in her clawed fingers to show the others if they had any interest. After that, unless Gladios demanded it back, it went into her bag. 

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Having never been schooled in the art of riding a horse, Rhindani was perhaps the worst off when it came to making good time. Thankfully the beast seemed rather tolerant, throwing its dark mane only occasionally when the Healer chanced to dig her toes too roughly in its flanks. Not being shaped for proper boots, there was little to protect the poor creature. Eventually it seemed easier on everyone if she simply ponied her animal to someone else's saddle and simply hold on. The hard riding was not comfortable, but Rhindani did find it easier to keep her balance when she let her wings out on either side to steady herself.

The gold lizardwoman did not speak much, finding little in common with the scaleless faces in their small group, and when she did she was polite but not very forthcoming.

Once at the manor it seemed that she would be alone in her preference to avoid an assault, at least without attempting to get more information first. However, as she wasn't among those who'd brought blades she kept her own counsel and meditated on her devotion to Draconis Rex.