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Holger's attention was to the front. He had been briefed on the three-day trip to cross the Sea of Grass. There were two stations along the way - a day apart and a day from either end - that had water barrels and a few other supplies, along with a cleared area for camping. They were mostly maintained, given their locations and the lack of water available in the Sea of Grass. He was doing his best to avoid the cloud of dust the troopers ahead of him were creating - hanging back just far enough that the wing was taking it just ahead of him, blowing it to the south. Of course, where the path twisted and turned, it occasionally meant it was blown directly at him.<br/>
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He was unaware of the brief hold up in the rear, but soon heard the clop of hooves moving up the side, approaching him. He reined in his horse, creating more distance as the scout rode up to him. "As good a time as any." He responds. "And don't call me Boss." He growled. He had told them what they could call him during his 'speech'. He hated the term. He was no slave-driver or arena-leader.<br/>
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"Your duty is a Scout, to find us the...easiest way through things." He cast a glance back behind them. The women were always a concern. None of them were military or seemed to have any of that sort of experience. They would have to keep that in mind when path finding. "You can relax for the next few days. We have the soldiers with us and we're heading along this dirt path to the Outpost. We'll go over our equipment and spend a night there but in the morning, well, thats when the fun begins. You take your orders from me and no one else. Understand?" </span>