<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">"I have a feeling she wanted to murder old Varn back there." Ragnar commented with a halfhearted laugh, dropping his arms to his sides as he glanced around. "But, yeah, I try to take as many contracts as I can. I don't have much of anything else to do anyways." He shrugged, flashing a warm smile. Ragnar liked the half-elf's carefree personality, it's a nice change to the normal sourness and ignorance of the older couriers.<br/><br/>Ragnar emitted a low sigh as he joined the other two of the Lord's guard, his hands linked together behind his head. His focus was split between Finny and Lord Briarwood. Something was off about the Lord but Ragnar could not put a name to it. He chanced a sideways glance over at the two females, he noticed that Brynn felt the same way but he was unsure about Vesper. At least he was in a good position, Ragnar thought, he was one of the Lord's guards, he would be closer to the Lord than any of the other couriers.<br/><br/>"About time we headed out.." Ragnar joked as he followed the two to where the courier's horses were kept. He ran his hand down the muzzle of his tan coloured horse with black socks and mane before mounting up. He waited to the Vesper and Brynn to mount before he approached. <br/><br/>"Do any of you know anything about Briarwood? I don't trust him." He stated, his voice was kept low to a hushed whisper so only they could hear him. <br/><br/>"I don't know anything but I agree with you." Brynn replied, eyeing the brute from on top of her solid black mare that she kept with her from her northern homelands.</span>