[b]“Dearest, do not be too sure of that statement just yet.“[/b] Red smirked to the man with the staff as a wicked glint beamed behind her radiant emerald hues, and took a step forward to the alter.

 Red knew instantly what to place on the pedestal and unlatched her bandit insignia porcelain face mask, raising the item up in the air and wiping some dirt from it. Hands set the disguise down without hesitation or reservation and backed away looking to the others briefly. Black boots walked toward the steps not waiting for the others to offer up their significant element. Her head did not even turn to gaze back before speaking; she simply wandered on ready to expedite this long adventure. A sensation of excitement began to consume her entire being not able to predict the coming events. Everything she had been searching for lead to this and she was finally following a suitable path after all these years, and it was absolutely gratifying. 

[b]“Since this has now become a product of us, let us take lea--”[/b] Words and footsteps were interrupted as a bustling fool loudly stampeded into the holy sanctum.

Red simply sidestepped before the stooge could fall on top of her, instead watching with a raised brow as he tumbled toward the hard ground. She blinked twice before slightly shaking her head with perplexity, and then scratched the side of her temple with an index finger. She came to the realization that this scene was actually quite hilarious and could not contain a smile much longer. 

[b]“Ah, Sir Steadfast. We have been anxiously anticipating your arrival but you are late Sire. His name is [i]Dormin[/i] and we are leaving. Good day to you—and good luck…you’ll be needing it.”[/b] A patronizing laugh could be heard as she left his side to venture out to the valley and ready her horse. 

After strolling down the steps she scanned the area not sure where that creature had wandered off to.[i]‘That damn horse’[/i] she cursed privately. [b]“You there, yes you.”[/b] She called and finally whistled without using her fingers to the stubborn beast. It trotted over pompously sharing almost an uncanny resemblance of grandiose like its new owner. She would have to keep an eye on this creature least it begin to think he had some authority. A foot once again placed itself into the stirrup and hands gripped the hom pulling herself onto the saddle. There she waited for the others to take their place and would then trot off following the Woman named Mono.