Leo glared at the swish of blonde hair in front of him. One hand held the reins of his charger while the other rested on Ritterstihl's hilt. He rode around her and stopped in front of them. "Why are you so quick to trust her Ole Bear?" Leo asked, not taking his eyes from the girl or his hand from his sword. "I dont need some Ironbane kitchen wench toppling Ritland before we even leave South Vedrus."