They agreed to ride southwest, both realising there was nothing to go back to the way they had come, so taking a different road might lead them to somewhere they could stay the night. Navia folded the map and put it away, and soon they were both back on their horses and turning around, leaving the burned city behind them. Théadan had caught a lingering look of Navia's back at the city, and he could only imagine the disappointment and sadness such a sight brought her. Even so the horses were turned around, and they were back on the road again. What they passed along the road was more of the same, burned homes, places where the dead had been buried, and signs of civilization having to retreat until the land was safe to populate once more. It was a sad sight with each passing scene of the ravages of war, as a consequence they did not speak as much as they would normally do. Their usual teasing and joking went missing with the sombre mood these sights brought.<br/><br/>Occasionally they would stop to check the map, making sure they remained on course, and passed by places likely to have a tavern to stay at. One field they passed had the clear remains of a hard fought battle, any equipment that was too badly damaged to salvage had been left to rot in the fields. Théadan saw plenty of broken weapons strewn across the field, sticking out of growing grass trying to reclaim it. This would have been one of Rhodon's battles, this was still the area where he fought, Argyle part of the army was more centralised, the coastal region was where Rhodon's army had roamed. What was noticeable was the amount of Mes'Mo'Tanian equipment left around to rust or rot, where there was very little Khluri equipment. A sure sign Rhodon's army had lost, only the victors could reclaim and repair their equipment after all. Unsurprisingly, Rhodon had never spoken of losing any such battle, it gave Théadan a little reason to smirk at his brother's loss.<br/><br/>What surprised Théadan was Navia stopping by one of the broken wagons, damaged beyond any repair. She hopped off Wyndagar's back, and causing Théadan's brow to furrow, wondering what she was up to as he pulled Vari to a halt too. She tugged at a pole, moved it around until she uncovered the muddied fabric of a flag. Théadan recognised it immediately. There were many Mes'Mo'Tan flags, all showing from what parts of Mes'Mo'Tan the troops came from, with house colours and insignias. The white and green of the flag parted diagonally and with three silver talon like marks through the centre was that of the country's unifying flag. He had not expected to see that again any time soon, and certainly not in Khlurios. Navia shook it, folded it, and tucked it away in one of her bags before returning to the saddle, all without a word. Before Théadan knew it, they were on their way again, but he was sure she had a reason for gathering the flag.<br/><br/>A small town came into view, one written on the map as Khlorun, and from the looks of it, while it had been touched by the war, it had not been ruined by it. Buildings still stood proudly, and there were signs of people still living there, even if it looked the numbers were reduced from that which could be expected from the number of buildings in the town. Théadan followed Navia into the town as she pointed out it looked as though they had managed to save it, it was a small victory, and therefore a good place for them to leave their days riding. Finding the tavern did not take too long, and they were soon dismounting and guiding their horses into the attached stable. As they began removing the saddles from their horses, Navia reminded him not to expect anyone to know the common tongue in the tavern. He gave a small nod in return, knowing it would likely be difficult to talk to anyone inside of there, though he had to wonder if any of them would have anything good to say to him after everything they had seen during their day of travel. With the signs of a battle having been fought so close by, it was very likely those inside the tavern will have seen the war Mes'Mo'Tan brought, and he doubted they would react well to seeing a Mes'Mo'Tanian walk in to their tavern. Even so the Khluri he had met so far had all treated him fairly, and with respect, he did not wish to judge Navia's people before ever meeting them. "I'll need to rely on my trusted translator to explain what's being said to me then." He told her, and offered a small smile. "It's okay though, I just want a meal and a bed."<br/><br/>Piece by piece all the equipment was removed from the horses back and placed safely nearby. Théadan lifted the bags Vari had been carrying over his shoulder before turning his attention to Wyndagar, who was looking very pleased having had a full day riding. "Feeling better after a day of walking, hmm?" He asked his horse, reaching a hand to scratch under his chin and show him some affection. Wyndagar gave a small grunt, and turned towards his hand, enjoying the attention. Strange how he had no problem with him doing this, it gave Théadan some hope he wouldn't act out again tomorrow, and he might be able to ride his horse again. "Not going to give us anymore trouble tomorrow are you?" He asked, buy Wyn gave no indication whether that would or wouldn't be the case, only sniffing around at the bag of grain they had when Théadan's hand moved away. He obliged the horse by pouring some of the grain into the trough for both him and Vari, before making sure the nearby water was fresh and not stagnant. With that done, he patted Vari's side, and quietly spoke to her a warning. "Keep an eye on him."<br/><br/>With a tired groan, and a stretch,  Théadan walked over to Navia and gestured out of the stable, satisfied the horses were sorted for the night. "Alright, after you."