Jerod watched as the wyvern rider flew off, getting in a word in edgewise as she turned to follow the champion off to the castle. [color=9e0b0f]"Aye lass, ah'll catch ye at th' castle then, sure a' sure."[/color] With that, the mercenary turned to march after the Champion and his lot of followers, newly found, and yawned as he walked after the group. In due time, they were flanked by pegasus riders and they found themselves within the throne room itself, and the tale of what the Church planned and how the lad himself escaped. Well, that was quite the tale, the mercenary thought as the boy wrapped up his tale and there was more discussion on his graduation and such but that was of little consequence to Jerod. He was now one of the new Shepards, descendents of the old order that had went and saved the world. Not bad for a mercenary, sure as sure. When hauled off, Jerod intended to go track down something to eat when the black mage looking lass waltzed over, the one who had been clinging to the lad, and he didn't just walk off yet since he had this lass skipping up to him. [color=9e0b0f]"Yer t'e one tha' was hangin' off th' lad's arm, aye lass?"[/color]

Niya quietly rode after the group and relinquished her mount to the stables when the time most appropriate came along, and stood with her arms at her sides, staff resting on her side as she heard the Champion's tale out. A Crusade, Holy War, stupid power grab, whatever one wished to call it, it was unwelcome none the less. The healer watched as the brief ended and they were given a five hour deadline before marching to their next destination, and she approached this second in command, since there was work to be done. She approached the knight and calmly addressed him, wasting no time with pleasantries or idle banter. [color=0076a3]"Ser Knight, I am one of the healers accompanying these new Shepards, a Troubadour to be specific. Where would you have me in formation, when the need arise, to best suit your Commander's, or your, tactics?"[/color]