Gillian eyed the young captain from his seat on one of the supply wagons, mild irritation only thinly veiled. “She is very much the beauty, no?” Klien asked next to him, voice tittering with no small amount of pride. Klien was a short, chubby man of a ruddy complexion who was cheerful to the point of excess, who made no small secret of his joy to work with the Knights of the Iron Rose. A friend of Gillian’s from his youth, having aided the elder man in various escort missions while under Parnella. It was him who had told the knight of the expedition and brought him aboard as a guard for the supply wagon. Neither man were expecting the trip to yield much beyond long talks on the slow march. …well, Klien talked, Gillian brooded. 

“…for a child twenty years your junior, yes.” Gillian huffed, suitably unimpressed. Klien bristled, his vicarious pride wounded. “Come now!” he retorted, “You were no older when you began your days under Seigward! That’s reason enough to trust her leadership, even without the fates backing her right to the rank!”
“As a squire, not a knight.” Gillian reminds his friend curtly. “Never once have I held a position of command in the four years I served in that station nor in the four years hence my acceptance into the order proper. And thank Mayon’s breasts that it was so, given the fool decisions of children.“ 

Klien gives up at that, refusing to have his mood soured by his brooding companion. He returns his gaze back to the Captain and her associates. “…Care to make a wager?” the elder asks. “…I had thought you’d ceased that habit.” Gillian says, watching as Fanilly gives her orders to Eadwig, Radastirin, and a brown haired young man who he did not recognize.  “Only for pleasure. This is a matter of duty!” the older man says, his ringing with enthusiasm. “Half the wages this campaign that the captain can prove she is worthy of her rank.”
Gillian snorts, watching as the forces begin to slowly shift into four teams, likely for an all sides attack. “Were there the opportunity. My job is to guard you and your wagon, remember. Here. In the back. Away from her commands or much the battle.”

“There are other guards.” Klien retorts. “Go join her charge. If nothing else, you will be right and all the richer for it.” Gillian thinks for a moment before hopping off the cart. “Very well. But if I have but a single doubt of the girl, you lose. Agreed?” he says as he adjusts his gear and pulls his spear from the back of the wagon. “Agreed!” Klien chirps, waving as his friend walks away.

As he approaches a man with an air that made Gillian uneasy approached the young maiden. [color=39b54a]"Apologies for my lateness, Captain. I pray nobody is in need of a doctors aid just yet?" [/color] He pauses for a moment, examining the still gored banditry not far away. “….I believe a few of them may have wished to have a word with you.” He says, taking a position behind the man and a hooded knight whose posterior was…strangely waggy. He gives a half hearted salute to Fanilly. "Gillian Raynaud, at your service Captain Danbalion"