Geraldine
*He took the rein of the horse, leading it slowly back toward where he came from. He listened to her while on the way there. Something about Iris caught his attention... Her story, her story seemed to be so... Speedy, without any break, without any room for thought. In a way, it shocked him. He wondered if this had to do with years of slavery - but he has never heard of slave talk like this before.* 

"Calm down, missus, give me some time to understand what you are saying." *He criticized, slightly annoyed with how the person he is rescuing is not exactly... Endearing herself to him.*

"Don't grab me, missus, just hold onto the horse's neck, you will fall if you do that."
Barbara
"Oh I-I'm sorry." *Iris slowly let go of the man and reached for the horse neck as advised. She really didn't want to take any longer here in this frozen field, what if they were still here? Just following her watching and waiting all the while she was telling her life story to this random man she didn't know. Maybe... Maybe she was just being to on edge? She had already escaped and this man was just here to help. Taking a deep breath and exhaling Iris gathered her composure and spoke again*

"I apologise once more, I didn't mean to be so quick with my words it's just... I want to leave here as soon as possible. I still feel that there's a possibility I might get caught and I'm afraid." *As she spoke her voice quivered either from hesitation, the cold or possibly both. Once more another powerful gale rushed passed them causing her to shiver from within the blankets*
Geraldine
*He continued on his road, and then glanced backward when she mentioned wanting to escape her pursuer.* 

"You sounds much more calm now. Now, how powerful are these... Pursuers? I believe I am more than a match for the average pursuer. Of course, the matter of following the law will be... Well, another issue." *He stopped the horse for a second, tying up the blanket tighter,*"Afraid it will be a long walk until the next break, but I got some cold pie in that pouch - the second left from the front of the horse."
Barbara
"Well I don't know about their magical capabilities but I did see that they were armed and they wore some fairly menacing armor. I'm not very versed in the topic but they seemed to be wearing leather armor with certain pieces looking like plate. Most likely they were hired mercenaries of some sort." *Iris said out loud as she thought about what the group that was transporting her.* "If I remember correctly two of them had swords and one was armed with a bow what kind I had no clue." *Iris had never been skilled at sword fighting or archery, possibly because she really had never had the chance to take up either. Magic was really the only thing she was naturally good at and that she could teach to herself.*

"When you say that you're more than a match does that mean you do this often? Fighting and protecting people I mean." *The slime woman had said before trying to grab the recently mentioned pie. Any food was good for her, anything to give her more energy to last. Her slightly slushy hands would feel about the pouches of the horse, opening the second one as she was told in search for some pie!*
Geraldine
"Fairly menacing armour, huh?" *Sirdan said with a bit of... Dismissal. Though he worried about whether he could actually take them on.*

"That makes you a valuable target. Well, let's see if they are willing to risk their life for a slave - I bet more mercenary won't." *Reflecting his anxiety, Sirdan's steps started to quicken, and so did his horse, making the ride slightly rougher than usual.* 

"One with a bow... Hmmph.." *The elf glanced at the bow on his horse - a mighty, thick-limbed beast, with equally heavy arrows in a quiver resting next to it. Luckily for him, his magically enchanted bow was somewhat protected from the weather. Still, he wouldn't resort to force if he don't have to.* 

"How quick you can walk in the snow? Because we'll have to hurry if we don't want a fight. And I don't."
Barbara
"Well I managed to run away from them last time albeit that was more so due to me catching them off guard rather than me actually being a fast runner. I don't exactly know if they'd be willing to risk their lives for someone like me but I'd rather not find out." *Iris told... Wait she hasn't even asked this man his name yet!*

"Oh my! I had just realized that I haven't asked you your name yet, Sir. My sincerest apologizes it's just that I was in such a panic earlier that escape was the only thing in my mind. If it's alright now may I ask you the name of my savior?"
Geraldine
*He raised his hand in confusion, and then smacked it against his helmet as he attempted to scratch his head. He was quite sure he introduced himself to her, but as she said, she was panicking. No need to pick on her, he thought.*

"Ah, my name's Sirdan, I think I told you earlier - must've been missed between the chaos." *He said, before glancing back again. The two is now on a relatively flat stretch of the road, and Sirdan could see almost three hundred meters behind. He wondered if the pursuer was indeed, anywhere close by.* 

"If I recall, the village's around three miles away, we can make a rest there, just hope they don't come knocking..."