Looking up at the girl for a long moment, Balthazar just sighed before putting his foot into the stirrup and managing to get up onto the horse, Holding the reigns abit tightly for a moment. He was kinda waiting for it to try and buck him off, and when it didnâ€™t he slowly began to relax. Very slowly. Still he had abit of an issue with the plan at hand.  â€œLook girl, either tell me your name or Iâ€™m going to be leaving you to go back to your father with no sense of direction.â€ He might not have a map, but he had no doubt he would be able to easily manage to loose her in a forest. â€œI got my hand sliced open because you wanted to know mine, even if I was a slave it would be dam decent of you to show the same courtesy. â€<br/><br/>With that said, Balthazar just spurred his horse to a slow trot to catch up to her.<br/><br/>He still wasnâ€™t so sure about this whole dragon thing, so he wouldnâ€™t have an issue about leaving the girl behind like it was nothing. Hell, he could probably sell the stone for a fortune and start a new life of his own, this time as a free man. He had learned enough as a slave, more then most slaves could ever hope to. He could have a fine life.