[b][center]Ramara[/center][/b]

	Ramara encouraged her horse forward as they continued down the road, pulling the hood of her mantle back as the moon came out. There was no need to shield herself from the sun at this point anymore. When the spear hit the bandit though, all semblance of peace was shattered; tightening one hand on the reigns of her steed as her other hand grabbed a dagger and she was suddenly crouching with her feet in the saddle to get a better vantage point to watch the scene unfold before her. Slowly she stood up fully, one hand on the reigns as she stood there as stone; perking a brow a bit at the sight before her.

	“That was different,” she said before shrugging and moving her feet as she slowly fell back into place in her saddle; adjusting herself as she grabbed the reigns with her other hand and pushed forward once again as they followed the Orc. “Perhaps we are merely being a less boisterous version of the young corsair running to the were right now,” she quipped with a smirk playing on her lips. 

[b][center]Regalia[/center][/b]

	Regalia enjoyed the travel, the cooler air, the peace. It was wonderful until it was broken. Tilting her head to the side as she watched the bandit fall, her hand fell to the hilt of her blade while the other held tight to the arms wrapped around her waist. “Hold young one,” she whispered to Inyata but her eyes fell to the Warg riding Orc. Gasping slightly as she saw the other Orc claim it as his own and the death it unleashed on its own kind. Looking over to Ishmael spoke to it and then it leading them off her hand fell from her blade. “Well this is an interesting turn of events,” she said before looking towards Ramara as she slid back into her saddle. 

	“Very different,” she commented towards Ramara as she nudged her horse forward. “Stay on your guard little one,” she cautioned as they rode, following the Orc to wherever he was bent on taking them.