The march had started exactly as she expected it to go on. Badly. Ysira's feet were calloused and hard from many years of walking as a barefoot slave who did not rate any kind of footwear, but even she was beginning to hurt at the relentless pace of Livinko's march. She did have a horse, a large destrier by the name of Korval, but for this leg of the march she had decided not to ride him, instead leading the warhorse on foot to save his strength for when it was needed. Which was not now.<br/><br/>By the second day, she noted roughly a dozen faces were missing. Likely dropped off on the side of the road to sleep off their hangovers. With any luck they would have had their pockets emptied by now by some enterprising traveller. If there was any justice in the world at least. And she dearly hoped there was, despite her deep disbelief in the human form of it.<br/><br/>Looking over their dismal company, she could only sigh in disappointment. Most were young boys, fresh faced off some farm and still smelling of shit. The rest were old men and retired mercenaries, looking for some quick silver and a bit of excitement to spice up their glory days. Barely a dozen were what she would call fighting fit, and her eye for this kind of thing was acute and well trained. Although to her irritation, she couldn't help but include the 'Red Scorpion' and her little band amongst that number. Along with herself, Livinko, Stan, Hoarmouth and a few others she did not yet know by sight, they made up the hard core of this force of arrow fodder.<br/><br/>Speak of the little firebrand and she would appear, as it seemed. The 'Red Scorpion' herself crossed her line of vision with a face a mile long, looking as if she had something to say. Ysira decided to indulge her hunch in this one.<br/><br/>"You have something to say, Red Scorpion?" She spoke with the same flat, emotionless inflection that had plagued her for quite some time. Not that it particularly bothered her, but still. Her continuation was no less dead.<br/><br/>"Or was it that you just didn't take the time to void yourself this morning?" The last came with a special effort to put just a hint of a mocking tone into her delivery. Some people deserved that extra effort.