"You are indeed," Straw said to Khoran, giving the man a nod in greeting. "That's a mighty fine animal you have there," he said, admiringly, giving the sleek black horse a pat on the neck. His own dusty brown packhorse looked to be of solid, but average build. "Where did you come by such a worthy steed?" Straw asked before his attention was drawn to another approaching.

"Ah, but here's another that has promised to join us now," he looked at Icies. "Ice.. right?" he said, making sure he had remembered her name. An appropriate moniker, he thought.