Kaitori convened more closely with the gathering of adventurers and mercenaries near the front of the two-wagon train. She gave the group a cursory glance as she approached. Given they were allies for the time being, she saw no purpose in sizing anyone up in detail; she’d have ample opportunity to learn their quirks and talents as they progressed on the journey ahead. It was a seemingly eclectic band of hired hands, ranging from herself, to other warriors, to what she surmised by aesthetics to be magic practitioners. Most of them, at a glance, were up to traveling the road ahead. The only one among them that stood out was the one named Felix, who seemed too polished for a trek by foot. But if he wasn’t opposed to fine attire getting dirtied, or had his means of keeping it otherwise, then there was no room for concern. Kaitori gestured her head in acknowledgement and confidence in the team that had been assembled.
Her attention drifted coolly to the cooing of the farmhand tending to the second wagon. His remarks were crude, veiled thinly as pleasantry; not an uncommon response to seeing a woman such as herself brandishing a blade. Backed by the scolding of the matriarch, she lowered her head to Jacob. “You are forgiven.” The subtle smile she offered genuinely accepted the apology. However the glare in her eyes as she spoke tagged the good grace with a ‘this time.’ Before the man turned his attention back to the wagon, her fingered gently rapped against the hilt of her sword in accord with Marla’s warning against acting on any ill intents. She turned herself back to the front of the echelon, and walked toward the front of the first wagon, putting distance between herself and Jacob.
As the wagons began their roll from the farm, Kaitori joined the Elven escort at the front of the party. To sit behind wouldn’t have been to her taste, as she preferred to move briskly; she’d sooner race the horses than fall back to the rear; her swiftness was best exercised from the position of least obstruction. “I can cover ground quickly if we need someone to scout ahead.” She steeled her grip on her hilt, and added “and I’m quick to the draw.”