Cyrus sighed in defeat. Though other nobles such as his brother might have wanted to prolong the conversation until they were victorious, he had no such interests. Rulan's words still bugged him, but he would find a way to deal with them- and the speaker- in due time. For now, he was left with a curse he would have to deal with. Though it would be pretty satisfying to bring the Casseion home only to have him be pelted with poison arrows, but if what he said was true, that probably wasn't in his best interests. Though morning was breaking, casting a colorful ray of light across the ever shifting sands. However, after Rulan was finished speaking, Cyrus cast a gaze back. It wasn't aggressive, and it wasn't giddy. He was a bit afraid to smile or really do anything around the man for fear he would be chastised harshly. "Very well then." He nodded before continuing, knowing that Blackfoot was nearby. 

In about half an hour, the pair arrived in the scattered desert town of Blackfoot. This part of the land was mostly level, so he had no qualms with walking so far. In the far East, however, most of the roads traversed great mountain ranges and other such atrocities. The town was fairly small, and their homes were fashioned of red clay and some other substances. At any rate, they appeared in block shapes. "This is the town. Let's rest for a little bit before departing for the capital..." He said softly before heading to a particularly tall building that should have been an inn. The buildings appeared to be very hard, like stone.