Ellion went to respond, but Lana barely beat him to the cut. Thane was going to push his patience, he just knew it, but for now at least he could try to be cordial. Rather than a glib remark about being unable to handle his style of riding, Ellion simply nodded. "Let's saddle up, then. Still plenty of daylight left to kill, and something tells me that our target isn't prone to bouts of leisure." He glanced between her and the Tevinter mage, hands akimbo on his hips. "Let's ride, then. If need be I'll walk a ways to give the horses a rest."<br/><br/>The Templar remained on the quiet side for the rest of the day, riding with Lana and trading off as the horses needed. True to his word he did walk several times, if only to give his horse a rest and to stretch his own legs. It felt good, he realized, to be out of the Tower. Even if Thane kept throwing petty barbs his way, they were no more than skin deep, and as the day turned Ellion even learned to somewhat appreciate the mage's sharp wit as it tried to prick him. He doubted he could ever<i>like</i>the boisterous fool, but he could at least begin to understand why Lana had come to appreciate him. Curiosity remained, however, innocent once bereft of contempt and jealousy, and when they stopped to camp behind a rocky ridgeline hidden from the main road Ellion decided to act on it.<br/><br/>He glanced between the two of them as they sat around the fire, sword and spear and shield laid out at his side. Ell turned his gaze to the logs, watching as bits crumbled away into ash and the flames licked across the rest. "So how did the two of you meet? I'd offer my story first, but I think it might be a hair... predictable."