(OOC:  Terribly sorry for how slow I am in posting; getting a bit busy around here, just about time to go home finally.  Coupled with my computer having kicked the bucket.  Still very interested in this thread though, honest!))<br/><br/>Elandris was correct; both in the validity of what Karllandren had packed and purchased, and in that a packhorse was needed simply to help carry his armour.  At Elandris' signal Longstep started to follow, falling in alongside as the Knight settled the lance in a stirrup.  Even alone he seemed part of some grand procession; a touch of imagination would have streamers and pennants flying from the simple spear-made-lance, trumpets blaring and banners flying high.  But, those days were long behind him.<br/><br/>There was no doubt in his mind that Elandris, much like himself, was a man of few words.  He knew little first-hand of the region they would be entering.  Academically, he had been long instructed on the geography and history of the forest, but he had spent very little time actually in it, and never quite so far as they were headed.  Again, of orcs much of his knowledge was academic, asides from a few skirmishes in his youth and more recently just before his visit to Billian's Rest.  But, Elandris didn't  have him along for an exhaustive knowledge of Orcs...he was there for his sword arm, and he had not even a ghost of a doubt in his expertise in that area.