Tiral let out a sigh as his horse plodded on, his eyes restlessly flicking about as the two continued on. A call to arms was a rare incident, and the knight was itching to go test his skills against a real opponent. While the Order was by no means an organization for adventurers, the resources they had at their disposal combined with the quality of their training regimen was far more enticing than what most guilds and such offered. So here he was now, following behind a girl barely reaching for adulthood, as they all rode forth to go and suppress a bandit 'king' and his troops. For some reason or another, Tiral found the whole situation to be... Well, sort of surreal. Wouldn't it be more rational to send in a more experienced knight to lead the charge and let her gain experience as a second-in-command? Sending someone onto the front lines like this seemed like a recipe for disaster... "Better than cleaning the stables, at least..." he sighed to himself as he stared at the road ahead, a frown on his face. "Whatever happens, happens; no skin off of my back." The teenager spoke now, mentioning that they would have to leave their steeds behind to continue their assault. That seemed a bit strange to Tiral. Did the enemy have some sort of anti-cavalry measures at hand to justify that course of action? Even if they were to enter a forest, it wasn't as if riding horses was that much of a hassle... Right? Regardless of that hint of doubt, though, orders were orders, and he would have to comply when the time came around. "...I wonder how far they'll push me, though... It's been a while since I've had anything more than spars on hand..."