Her cheeks flushed a little red as Hugh commented on her eagerness to explore the ruins. She'd never had much "adventuring" experience before and was finding that she quite liked it. She would be disappointed, surely, if they walked away empty handed, but would not consider it a wasted trip. "It might be both," she admitted, stepping toward the horse's head once the girth was loose so that Hugh could pull the saddle off. 

"I can brush him down for you, if you'd like," she offered, giving the draft horse a pat on his nose. She'd grown fond of the massive horse over the past few days. 

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With cat-like grace, Ryltar quietly stepped down the crumbling staircase inside what was once a guard tower. The structure was still intact enough and provided enough cover to make the perfect place to keep a lookout for any visitors. Satisfied that the party at the edge of the ruins consisted only of the old man, two women, and a large warrior, he needed to alert the others so that they could prepare for tonight.