<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn rolled her neck to both sides, trying to ease the slight soreness as they stopped midday for a break. It wasn't the long traveling or the fight from the morning that bothered her, it was the speed. She hated the leisurely pace the caravan took. The mundane and idle traveling kills her, the main reason why she rarely takes contracts that involve this type of work, it wasn't her style. However, she was contacted directly by Kerrek and the others to fill in for this contract so she was going to have to shut up and do her job.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn took her meal a little distance away from the main group while remaining within calling distance, eating and enjoying the rest. On the other hand, Ragnar strayed towards the centre of the main group, chatting with a few of the other soldiers as he ate.</div></span>