King Archibald soon joined the rest of the procession, wearing a slightly lighter version of the sort of armor he would wear into battle. It was much more ceremonial looking - silver plated with intricate Aserit designs carved into the edges. It would certainly work in battle though was not his preferred armor. But it was lighter, thus more suitable for travel, and was beautiful to look at, appearing more diplomatic then threatening.<br/><br/>He mounted his large war steed - no other horse would do - and headed to the head of the column. An advance party, at his command, had left 15 minutes ago to scout the way in case of ambush. They would, of course, leave secret signs along the road to ensure that those following would know whether or not something bad happened to them. Once the signs stopped, then there was trouble ahead.<br/><br/>Satisfied that his family was all there and there was nothing missing, Archibald looked over at his wife but ignored Omar. The lad had a lot to learn yet. "Move out!" He yells the command, his loud voice bellowing out over all those assembled. His arm raised with the yell, dropping as it finished. Then he pressed his heels into the flank of the horse, turning it down the road by its bridle, to bring his horse up alongside that of his Wifes.