Servian had made his way to the stables after changing into more comfortable clothes, His men were there waiting for him, the look of gutty anticipation smeared across their faces, everyone. "Well, a bore hunt, how gracious of Bor Aname to allow us to hunt on his private land....We'll have us a special guest as well, Count Lanning will be serving as our 'guide', he should be along shortly..." Servian announced to him men, and they nodded, not one of them uttered a word though.<br/><br/>"You men be sure to take care while spearing our 'prey', we wouldn't want to miss and injure the Nobleman...Am I understood?" Servian said, the anger in his voice made his words come out in a clenched jaw growl. The Berserker guard chuckled at Servian's obvious play on words. It was then that Thomas appeared, chaperoning Count Lanning toward the stables. Thomas looked incredibly concerned and Lanning could barely make eye contact as they approached.<br/><br/>"Greetings, tis good to see you so soon Kennith, I am so very pleased you could be pulled away from your pressing social schedule in order to accompany my men and I on this Hunt. I look forward to getting to know the man that<span style="font-weight: bold">my future wife</span>deems worthy to so much time with. I am sure you'll be able to impart all your knowledge on the subject. Come now, mount your horse... the<span style="font-weight: bold">HUNT</span>is afoot!" Servian said, and instead of a full grown horse, they'd selected a broke down pony for the Nobleman to ride.