Watched as lauralye got her horse into a gallop, he followed behind her till he stopped by her side. Listening to her speak, he had to fight the urge to smile he was a warrior outside those walls his face was in a mask of seriousness. He listened, he heard voices among them he knew only a few recognized him as the slave that had gotten sold but now they looked up at him and knew he was of no such thing.

He looked around the people that stepped forward, that had lost there homes. Brows creased slightly, he got off his horse keeping the reigns in his hands. Looking to them they didn't have much, but he would rather walk than ride if they were walking back with them.