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</div><br/><br/><i>‘Well shit,’ </i>thought Riot. The brunette girl was upset; that much was apparent from the way she rushed around the building and made a straight line to their healer, to join her at the horses. The women seemed to be talking which was probably good. Women understood each other. He nodded to Sabina and gave her a smile. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk,” he told her. “and I<i>would </i>like to hear more.”<br/><br/>Knowledge was money. It was the kind that could not be pick-pocketed or spent only once. Sabina's mention of body language quirked his curiosity, and though he didn’t know exactly what she meant, he understood. Sometimes he could tell if someone was about to strike him by the shift in the way they stood, or a slowly lowered eye could indicate that a woman was attracted to him. That kind of communication could be the difference between life and death.<br/><br/>He drew in a breath and assessed the others. Then he turned back to his linguist companion. “Excuse me,” he said to the redhead, before walking over to the horses. He had noticed one with nimble feet who seemed more excited than the others. If they were going to have a need to travel on horseback, he wanted to ensure he had one he didn’t have to drag along.<br/><br/>“Easy Lady,” he told the horse as he approached. “I’m not here to eat you.”<i>Yet</i>. He drew a hand along her neck, then checked the cinch before mounting. A simple nod to the lad holding the reins released her, and he rode towards the front as their leader made his appearance.<br/><br/>Their leader did not look happy either. 'Probably a pay dispute,' reasoned Riot, as their leader announced himself; Holgar Grimmson.<i>Captain</i>Holgar Grimmson. Riot listened to the briefing, thankful that it was, indeed brief, and then watched as the soldiers march-walked past the Red Giant.<br/><br/>Next came their Captain, then the women. Riot noticed that there were no soldiers behind them to cover their rear flank. He fell in behind the women, giving himself a few horse lengths to allow them privacy but still be able to maneuver if needed. His horse wanted to stretch her legs but there would be time for that. Besides, with an early start like they had, it would be likely they would be crossing a great distance this first day, and she should save her energy. As they rode, he took the opportunity to poke around the items attached to his horse. A small tent, some blankets and food, and two more waterskins that appeared full. With no known water sources in the grasslands their water was going to be their most precious resource.<br/><br/>He turned back around and scanned the tops of the grass, looking for signs of movement that would not be a result of the softly shifting breeze. This was going to be an interesting foray indeed, and soon he would have to find the right time to ask their Captain how he wanted Riot to scout.