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</div><br/><br/>No calling him ‘Boss’. Got it. Will nodded and matched his horse's pace to Grimsson’s as he listened to the Captain relaying his expectations. For the scout, having a clear understanding of what was desired made life easier and avoided some of the misunderstandings that could lead to the feeling of disrespect or disobedience; two things that he found those in military standing did not appreciate.<br/><br/>“Hmm,” he mused. “So about three days in the company of the soldiers, and then we lose them at the Outpost? I’m assuming that we lose our lovely mounts as well, according to your morning briefing.” He looked over at their leader, now finally able to take a good assessment of him that the women were apart from them. It was apparent that though Grimsson had seen a few years more than Will had, he was still a strong and healthy man, with wisdom and experience burning behind his eyes. He hadn’t reached the rank of Captain by buying it, like many men of his rank had, but had earned every step along the way. The scout’s respect and confidence in who was leading them had improved significantly since that morning.<br/><br/><i>“You take your orders from me and no one else. Understand?" </i>The Captain asked.<br/><br/>“Of course,” Will agreed. “To clarify, do you mean that I’m not to do<i>anything </i>that our lovely party members request, or do you mean that as long as nothing they need contradicts your orders?” He gave his leader and open look. Whether or not he could once again assist the lovely cartographer in her need to take readings was at stake, as well as his understanding of whether or not the captain wanted him to prioritize him above the others. That much was fine; he never doubted who was in charge.<br/><br/>Once he understood clearly what their leader wanted, he rode quietly at his heel for a long time, until another thought came to mind. He was never the chatty type normally. But then again, aside from his time serving the troops as a military scout, he normally worked alone and could make his own decisions about which way they would go.<br/><br/>“Sir?” He nudged his horse closer to avoid having to shout. “Once we get to the outposts we have a few options to explore. Across the rocks and trees further East, or deeper into the grasslands to the North or South. Do you have a preference?”<br/><br/>Behind them he could hear the feminine murmurings of the rest of their party. It seemed the friendships were quickly being built, and hopefully would continue throughout their journey. There was very little worse than being in the company of women who did not get along.