<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Ragnar nodded at the mage, running his hand through his mount's mane in a repetitive manner as he listened to the conversation. Gripping his horse's reins, he guided his horse towards the front gate where the rest of the group was waiting.<br/><br/>Brynn was the last to leave. She placed a hand on her mare's shoulder as she glanced over her slim shoulder at the stables, watching as Lord Briarwood mounted a pure white stallion, holding himself tall and proud causing Brynn to curse under her breath. Damn nobles and their haughtiness. She watched the Lord for a few more seconds, taking in every detail of his posture. <br/><br/>"Who are you <span style="font-style: italic">really</span>?" Brynn whispered as she faced forward, slightly digging her heels into her horse's sides, catching up with the group.</span>