To be perfectly honest, Jamie was assuming that he might very well be stabbed in the back by her, but was driven on by the fact that such an attack would be incredibly dishonorable and therefore he would have been highly praised for dying so bravely.<br/><br/>Turning to completely face her once she arrived, Jamie allowed himself to slowly slide off the reptilian scales of his mount with a practiced motion before walking over and only then taking her hand.<br/><br/>"What are we to do? Have your people given you specific instructions about what exactly is supposed to take place here?"<br/><br/>While the Dawn Riders were relatively specific, a verbal contract to them was legally binding. When someone was given his or her word that word was never broken, and to do so meant death. As a result he had a tendency to take these sorts of things very seriously and didn't really feel they needed a written treaty.<br/><br/>If his people's word was given, then that was all there was to it. He didn't know, however, if her people were going to be such sticklers when it came to actually following that sort of protocol and in the back of his mind he wondered if this was going to really be a permanent solution or just a temporary one to hold off war for some time.