<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Then colour me surprised." He joked as he took the blade from the mage, effortlessly slipping the blade back into its scabbard that rested on the brute's back. He rolled his shoulders back lazily. "Let's go. I hate to keep the rest of our company waiting." He commented as he headed towards his mount. Unlike Brynn, who is stroking her mare's snout before mounting, Ragnar didn't care for horses and the feeling was mutual. He wasn't as graceful on horse top as he would be normally.</div></span>