Mesaraih ran a hand through his hair, feeling exasperation starting to bubble up inside him. "Didn't take you for the fearful type," he responded, heading towards the horse and undoing the knot he had wrapped around a tree trunk. "I'm not concerned about running into danger. And as far as I know, we're already in constant danger out here, so I doubt we'd get ourselves into anything we can't handle, especially after taking down that ogre. I don't care if people aren't willing to help us in Redcliffe, I can lie low, steal anything I need, and find my own way from there. Don't come if you're so worried."<br/><br/>His lips were pursed and one side of his jaw was clenched as he gave Ester an annoyed look before stepping past hear and heading in the direction of the house. He had started to get plenty tired of Ester's negativity, even if it was rooted in caution. Mesaraih could appreciate caution, but not when it got in the way of exploring the options around him. And he liked exploring reckless or dangerous options, he simply chose to explore in a cautious way.<br/><br/>A small gust of wind cooled his still wet face and hair, helping to calm him a bit.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna watched Mesaraih and Ester as they exchanged words, weighing both of their points in her mind. She decided that one way or the other, it'd be best to at least head in Redcliffe's general direction. At the very least, it was on the way to the Frostback Mountains, which was the only hazy, abstract destination she really had at the moment. Beyond the Frostbacks were the Dales, and even though she wasn't sure yet whether she wanted to rejoin a clan just yet, she had nowhere else in the world she could go. After a moment's hesitation, she followed after Mesaraih, glancing briefly at the Qunari and wondering what he'd decide.</span>