[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Kian Cran'Darak[/color][/h2][/center] [hr] Well, he felt slightly deflated. Perhaps the men and women of his homeland were far more rustic than he recalled. Kian had thought the nobility might know his turn of phrase and his manner, but perhaps there was hope yet. He merely needed to spend a bit of time with the woman, and there was always something interesting to learn in a foreign land. Plus, it was either go with them or stay here, and a horseback ride to a destination with a delectable woman was more inviting than the hard road. He took her hand with a gracious smile of thanks, careful not to stumble despite half his form having been strangled to sleep. Kian stepped past the corpses and looters, and chuckled at lady Vittoria's statement. "I think I can vouche for that, my lady." A horse was presented to him, brought by another servant. Or squire, he supposed. They seemed like battle-servants to him, but evidently if they had sufficient valor, and their liege felt particularly nice, they could be uplifted to the gentry. He wondered how often that happened? "Thank you," he said to the lad, though truthfully the 'lad' looked big and scarred enough to be labeled a 'battle-hardened man' in his mind. Or maybe it was that obtuse looking armor. "We're playthings for the gods, so I hear." Kian said to no one in particular as he mounted the horse. A grin slowly spread across his handsome features. "If that's the case, let's at least give them a good show." He kicked his horse forward with a shift of his hips and pressure on the beast's flanks, following after Vittoria. Kian was not the best rider in the world, and he doubted it was a feat to beat him in most scenarios one might race. But he was experienced, at least. He would not be left in the dust, and already he was hoping to impress his new 'host,' or at least not make a fool of himself. He would find out once they reached their base of operations. Or R'hllor saw fit to throw another bit of wildfire into the mix that was his life...