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Esailia stood stock still as one by one, people grew frustrated with her. She never expected a crisp and quick formation, but she was sure most of these people understood how much trouble could come if they didn't set up a properly defended caravan, right? At least not everyone was balking under direction...

[i]This is going to be interesting.[/i]

She gave a small nod of approval to Zeke and Shel, and listened as three others came up and gave her quips, warnings, or advice. It was only after Rintor mentioned moving on did she finally speak up "[b][color=8dc73f]Yes I fully understand that we need to move on, why do you think I was finding out what everyone did? Being a veteran I assume you would see logic in a caravan with fighters on the flanks and-[/color][/b]" she stopped midway through, clearing her throat slightly and raising her voice loudly enough to be heard. "[b][color=8dc73f]Yes, Sir. You're right of course. So why don't you take command? You are clearly more experienced in the field than I. After all, I'm just a lowborn Mithra, fit for nothing other than to stand and die defending these people.[/color][/b]"

She stood at attention and saluted, waiting for his response, her face impassive. [i]Let's see how these people think of me now...I'm not some cheeky aristocrat's daughter. I clawed my way to where I am, and I'll be damned if they think I'll roll over at some hurtful words...[/i]