[b][h2][center]Gillian[/center][/h2][/b] [color=00aeef]"I would also volunteer to scout Miss Danbalion."[/color] A voice drawled darkly from behind the young girl, a few of the more green knights who had been only paying half attention reaching for their blades for a half second before recognizing the speaker and deciding to look elsewhere. Gillian sat on an old donkey, the mares fur greyed with age but gait still sturdy. Hardly the mount of a knight, lacking in speed and power but Julia was a tough old creature and bore his weight comfortably in her age and could do so all day if needed. The Living Reliquary lounged comfortably on the beast, overly long arms crossed comfortably across its back and draping down its sides as he gave the would be knight captain a languid stare. [color=00aeef]"I was a furrier before I was a knight. Forest like this is going to have a few trapper trails throughout."[/color] He said, nodding towards Gerard for confirmation of the fact. [color=00aeef]"We'll use those to get close. No major traffic along them so the bandits are unlikely to be aware of them. Between the three of us, should be a relatively comfortable fit. And if we're discovered I'm the best suited to signaling for backup...."[/color] He gives the group a thin smile. [color=00aeef]"What with being able to set myself on fire and all."[/color] he said casually, as if the idea of routine self immolation had long since dissolved into a passing amusement on par with cloud watching. [@PaulHaynek][@HereComesTheSnow][@VitaVitaAR]