Hector couldn't help but have that look on his face he always did in scenarios like this. When he began training with people he was unfamiliar with, whenever he set foot in a new town, every time he was surrounded by the unfamiliar. It was a look he never would attempt to hide. A look of mistrust, and determined nature. A look on his face that made it clear, he was not a pushover. Some may perceive it as hostile, others may see it as uncertainty, without any subtle nature included. It was a look he'd had on his face many times before, and one he'd have many times again. Not that it mattered, nobody sitting on the wagon was able to see his facial expression. He walked on foot, much like Kaito, the other native of Minst. Eager to scout ahead, Hector was always motivated to keep one step ahead of the wagon by the thoughts of effort his people had always put forward. Though at the right angle, it was possible Kaito and the woman on the bull could see his expression.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Hector to think about his first impressions of these people. Kaito was the one he had good vibes with from the start. Much like himself, Kaito came from the great land of Minst. And in Hector's mind, the fact that he was walking showed some very admirable traits. Endurance, pride, those two words came to mind most. That is to say, he didn't judge those who sat on the caravan. The greatest armies were lead by mean who would never send soldiers out to do what they wouldn't do themselves. And for this reason, Hector refused to take the ride on the caravan. It ,wasn't a reflection on the others though. Especially not a judgement on Taliha. While he didn't hold any trust for her in particular, he found it was interesting she held such a loyal bond with a bull.<br/><br/>Magnes and the elf were the two on the wagon. The girl had hair that was almost fascinating in a way, but Hector had formed not a single true opinion on her. She was present, and that was all he'd considered when it came to her. Perhaps she's be an invaluable ally. Or maybe someone he'd wish to never meet again. It was the elf he'd taken the most interest in. Elves were just never a good sign, and as raised to believe, Hector had no love for them. They say upon high horses believing themselves to be something they simply were not. With all their "superior" skills and knowledge, they still had not even yet to frighten the people of Minst, much less put a dent in their resolve. If there was anyone that Hector was keeping an eye on, it was her.<br/><br/>Each step was one step closer to their destination, which Hector was very much looking forward to. The arrival of a new city would be a sight for sore eyes, and the pay would be nice too. They were in Actia territory, so he didn't worry. Actia certainly wasn't invincible, it lacked the resolve that made Minst an unbeatable force. But, for the time being, Minst and Actia were allied, which meant being in Actia certainly wasn't uncomfortable territory for Hector. He kept this in mind as he kept hiking onward.