Lia woke to the sound of the camp coming to life.  She was an experienced traveler and knew she could be moving fairly quickly so she was in no hurry to get out of the warmth of her bedroll first thing in the morning.  If anything she was more curious to exchange notes on the events of the night.  Of course the most interesting perspective she wanted was from the man who didn't talk and she had little hope the night's events would loosen his tongue.  The fact that the men had been shaken by the previous night's events was nearly palpable.  She could hear it in the near silence of the men as they worked to break camp.  Morale was a tough thing for men to lose, especially men who might actually hold Lia's life in their hands.  If the men needed to stand and fight she couldn't have them break and run.  She decided she should do something about that.<br/><br/>She rose out of bed still in her nightshirt.  Normally she would have done the reverse of last night, dressing herself within the baggy night shirt then removing it.  Instead, without any fanfare, she stripped off the loose night shirt and stood naked as the day she was born.  It didn't take long for the men to notice her, a few whistles and shouts and soon most of them paused from their duties and watched her.  "Good morning boys." She said with a smile before bending at the waist to retrieve her underwear.  It wasn't especially sexy, long cut for riding and adventure more than sex appeal but the thin silk wore well over her hips and ass, her boobs moving heavily as she dressed.  She then pulled on her snug leather riding breeches.  She exaggerated the snugness of them, bouncing a bit more than necessary to pull them on much to the delight of the gathered men.  She pulled her boots on before her top, giving them a last good look at her breasts in motion.  Fully dressed below the waist but topless she gave an exaggerated yawn, stretching her arms out wide as she turned herself around so each of them got a full on view of her.  "So what's for breakfast boys?"  She asked as she finally reached for her blouse and covered herself a bit more then finally her vest which completed her riding outfit.<br/><br/>The thin gruel of boiled oats was disappointing, especially for a first night out but she wasn't about to be the complainer of the group.  She took it graciously from the appreciative cooks and had no loss for company as she ate.  She was ready quickly, pleased to find her horse already saddled and ready.  She gathered her few things and headed out when it was her time.  She was satisfied that her little performance but some spine back into the soldiers, though the worried murmurs traveled among the men stalled on the trail as the Captain and Will were called forward in turn.  Clearly something was wrong but Lia had no idea as to the gruesome nature of the missing man's death.  It would take more than a reverse striptease to make the one's that saw the man's remains forget such a site.<br/><br/>As they began again she was surprised to have Holger come along side of her.  She listened to his words and not having her normal perch at her disposal said.  "I will need Red's help, but of course."  She could of course write, rather well actually, but she didn't care much for it.  She had preferred to let her work speak for itself but she already knew she was on thin ice with Holger and knew full well how miserable and dangerous he could make this trip for her.  She fell back and looked to Red.  "I need a boost?"  She told him once she had her equipment ready.  As if to accentuate the conversation she pointed to herself and slapped her ass saying "my ass" then pointing at him she slapped her shoulder "on your shoulder."  She gave Sabina a wink, "how's that for sign language?"