Yosef got on the stag’s back after yet another moment of thought. It would have been rude not to have accepted the offer, he supposed.<br/><br/>“I’m Yosef,” he said with a small grin. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kyra.” He was not royalty himself, but he noticed it when he saw it. Back in his homeland, there were a lot of rich families that served the royal family and they all had the same demeanor and seemed to carry themselves the same way as well. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t curious as to whether or not Kyra was from a royal family.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Yosef frowned, “I hate to be pushy, but if possible I’d like to get to Modura by nightfall.”