Reynault did a mental checklist of everything he owned. His arms and armor, his pack, his family ring. All was in good order. Hopefully it wouldn't be too cold up the mountain, as Reynault's cloak was starting to become a little threadbare. 

"No, I'm fine. Let get going." he said. [i]Here's hoping my luck begins to turn.[/i] he thought to himself as he walked with the mysterious young girl.