Mizrel stood up on the horse's back, holstering her pistol. She was opening her mouth to shout at her bodyguard, when the gun slinger spoke. The dark elven woman rests her hands on her hips and looks down at him.<br/><br/>"Xas, yes. I am fine. Looks like all of the black things are dead..." Then turns to her crazy, "I'll see if we can find you one when we have the chance." She says, slowly turning around to examine  the landscape and see what was left of the battle field and the Coalition/Tolkeen forces. She hops off the horse. The skirt of her robes fluttering up to show most of her legs before she lands easily on the ground.<br/><br/>"So, where to now?" Mizrel mutters to know one in particular.