Rizel's red gaze was turned to a female whom held her daggers with intent to defend herself if necessary. An action Rizel understood very well, after all if he was in the same situation he would tred with caution also. His blade kept in its hold on his back, the rune blade he carried verberated a lightning current that could de-shell a dragons scales. Though his intent was that of mandatory peace, the atmosphere that verberated around him was one of a cold, brittle feeling as if a piece of dark history entered present day.<br/><br/>Rizel's magnificent helm nodded towards the female that spoke to him first and her reply that answered his request to merely pass through towards the nearby lake. His armour was that of a ebony colour decorated with a blazed gold crafted into many patters, creatures and stories across such armour and helm alike, history followed such a man, and such a man took up opportunities that would change the course of history and those whom shared in such adventures, for his was far from complete and would surely lead to many dangers and finally the residing Emperor at hand.<br/><br/>His steed's hooves scrapped across the muddy floor with power and was bigger than any normal stallion perhaps twice their size and tenfold in sheer power. It would take a beast of magnificent strength to take down such a horse, with Riel's gaze played on the three beings in front of him, his steed's gaze turned to the other two animals that were residing near the side of the camp, more horses but something was different, previsions such as food and water as well as side holsters to sheath blades, this only furthered the idealism that one of these females was a traveller and experienced in many grounds of life. Much like Rizel but perhaps lesser in comparison only time would tell.