Esther
**He sticks his chin up and scratches at the base of his beard, contemplating on how to respond - it's true, he would probably go along with it as long as it isn't too unethical but then again he was blessed with commanders who weren't dipshits. Instead of saying so he responds** "I'm fortunate enough to not have idiotic commanders." **He seems to be skittish around the question, as if he isn't too certain about answering it fully and with total honesty - which is uncharacteristic of him. **

**He rolls his shoulders and cranes his neck to look into the forestry flanking them, staring into the eyes of any creature who would dare stare back. As he does this he takes in what Thorne is saying - He could tell that she wasn't a mercenary, true soldiers-for-hire have a way of carrying themselves and behaving and she certainly didn't fit into it. Besides, Mercenaries tend to be morally grey and she seemed too morally good. He responds carefully with A** "Yes indeed, I do undoubtedly see where our principles diverge. However, I believe it's more of a diverging job market - I fight wars, guard nobles and caravans. It seems to me like you help people or aim for it at least." **In the far distance the tallest spire of Frundsberg castle in the distance, they shouldn't be more then a couple hours ride... When she kicks up the speed Frundsberg releases a quiet grunt as he's thrashed around a bit before regaining his balance.**
Amy
"I help where I believe it's needed, and where it's my business to do so. Most of all, I assist *My* People – Elves. The only elves that don't deserve my time and effort are the High Elves of Silnaria, unless it's exacting my revenge for what they did to my family ten years ago. Then I'll act. T'cha! Hya!" **Thorne whipped the reins forward as soon as she saw the first sight of Frundsberg's tallest spires. It took a split second to gauge the distance from where they are, it would be... Hours at this pace, but only one if they'd entered a gallop here and there. There were two concerns to muse about though; Amena's stamina with the heavy adult man on her back, and the weather. It was becoming gloomy above, light receding as closer overhead made their way above and stood still over the landscape shrouding it in an ebon hue.**

"I want you to hold onto my waist for this strait, we're going to get there quickly, hopefully before the shower above. Go ahead, I don't mind. It *Will* Get hard to remain seated, least for you, big man!"

**The elf remarked with a sly jab at Frund's figure, whether or not it was about the armor or what lies beneath. He might not see it, but perhaps he'd have a clue on her expression, it was a simper behind the mask. Amena began to speed up very quickly, hoofbeats in brisk sequences of four happening every less than a second. A remarkable feat of athleticism from the dainty palfey...**
Esther
**With slight hesitation he would place his hands upon her waist and grasp them firmly. Though he would attempt to maintain some level of distance between their two bodies as the horse speeds up to a gallop! Certainly he would have fell if he had not taken her advice, as he is jostled around even rougher then before! Travel would be quick and quiet - save for a few refugees along the road with what little of their personal goods towed behind them in carts usually drawn by mules or donkeys. Eventually, they would clear the forest revealing the expansive fields of farm land surrounding the town. Peasants and serfs could be seen working and tending to the fields - afterall, it's almost harvesting season.**

**The town itself from this distance is still quite some distance away, maybe another half an hour or so. Even from this distance however the castle - and the garrison presumably within can be seen. The stone walls are made of granite, a strong stone making the walls incredibly strong against attack. There appears to be a tavern from this distance, a town square with a well, and of course presumably some stores.**
Amy
"Shhhhh, tsk tsk!" **The elf uttered a vocal command to the steed below them, indicating a steady decrease in their acceleration. They slowed to a jog yet again, which meant that the central portion of Frundsberg was now an hour away again, at that pace at least. Amena had been galloping for forty minutes, and needed to take a breather or risk falling out from exhaustion.** "Alright, we're getting closer. I need to let Amena relax for a moment, can you get down and feed her for me?" **Thorne asked him politely, handing a large apple behind her as she did.**

"Just a moment sweetheart... Don't fret." **She seemed to be addressing the horse directly, leaned over and muttering into its ear very delicately.** "A little longer. Then the big man will have his own ride..."
Esther
**He eyes the apple, feeding horses? Eh, at least he can apply SOMETHING he learned during his time as a camp servant. He grabs the apple before sliding off the horse, walking out in front of it and holding the apple out for the horse to eat. Once the horse has a grip on the apple he pulls his hand away and would scan the horizon and state** "Once we get into town we may be momentarily splitting up. However, we can meet at the Plumed Hat Inn which is across from the garrison itself. Drinks'll be on me!"

**He then would take his bag, removing the damp but now mostly dried top layer of clothing and begin to re-apply it over the tights. After he finishes attaching the arm sleeves to the plate and the leg ones to the breast plate as well he stretches, showing off his multi-colored apparel. A faint breeze would coax the floral scent of the clothing towards Thorne, allowing for her to get a nose full of where the majority of the floral scented stuff that he used went.**