The knight kept to himself a short moment or two. He simply stayed smiling, taking in her personality and determination from afar. Perhaps it wasn't as amusing to others as it was to himself. Yet her strange ignorance to the world beyond these shores was enough to crack a toothed grin on the man's face. He stayed quiet as they began the journey down into the 'shit that laid below.' A unfamiliar face of almost pearly white skin and shockingly brown eyes appeared before him both. Rhoynar watched her eyes and followed them with a gaze that seemed to melt steel. His family weren't as highly regarded as others due to their origin and illegal nature abroad. With the women gone, however, the knight forced himself to be cheery once again. 

"Astipor will provide us with better rations. Besides, the food is cheaper there." He commented. His hands adjusted the leather strap that held his sword in place. It was curved slightly, bending off towards the end. The blade was made of a metal that seemed darker than that of the main lands. It held the same silver colour as all blades yet seemed to shine a darker and deeper silver than most blades. Its hilt was enhanced with no jewels but the tiny images of dragons and men, fire blasting down and arrows raining. Each blade told a story unlike the blades forged by the main land smiths. Rhoynar's blade was not his own, nor had it been the man's who'd given it to him; the true owner had been lost in time. Its passage to Rhoynar had been a gift from a city as his families cartel passed by one summer much before Rhoynar had been born. 

"Your horse may die before we reach our destination. The deserts beyond these shores are hotter than you'd believe." He commented, beginning to take the stairs at a jog. It was faster that way. "We'll travel to the ports in the east on horseback. The boats are faster and will let us board for nothing. We could always use this money later." He smiled, letting his hands rest naturally as he descended further down the stairs.