Ramia listened to the king's words with a barely calm expression decorating her face - below the thin disguise of calmness lay a very thick layer of barely contained anger. She shook her head and stormed off without another word while gripping Faran's reins tightly in her right hand. The dark haired woman walked back and forth for a good while to calm her nerves and occasionally paused to give a little kick to a rock or two that had for the time being earned her ire. After collecting her thoughts and finally managed to subdue her anger in to mild annoyance the Wolf of Kastagir glanced around - she had wandered to the very edges of their force and was now behind the baggage trains. She took a deep breath. "That damned idiot! Ordering someone to kill a man is one thing, but doing it yourself in that mans damned position is just..." Her left hand moved to the hilt of her falcata and with a swift swing of the curved blade a thin branch of a willow tree fell to the ground. "I didn't train for years to put up this kind of crap from a fool." Another swing was followed by another branch hitting the ground. Ramia admitted silently to herself that she was overreacting slightly - well quite much actually, but the partial irrationality of the kings actions were just agains everything she had learned during her studies.

The dark haired woman returned the falcata to her belt after cutting off a third branch. She took another deep breath, mounted her steed and shook her head slightly. "The beginning of this campaign hasn't been a good one, let's hope the rest of it is." She rode back to the main force and quickly sought out the Brass Boars. Locating that lot wasn't such a hard thing to do. Her eyes scanned the group and soon found the captain "Captain Hunter, I'd like a word if you have the time."