The corridors of the headquarters were stuffily decorated; brightly colored tapestries, busts of figure heads of note atop small pillars, portrairs of rulers and generals past. There was a low hum of activity in the other rooms.<br/><br/>Charlone ckicked her heels in an about-face as she turned to follow Luedre and Chantal out the door, though she found quickly that her face was like a magnet for her palm. "In saddles, Chantal. We're using them for transport, not..." she agreed however that the thought was gross. Indeed, so much so that she would rather not repeat the prospect. "nevermind."<br/><br/>Outside, others were being prepared for departure as well. The air that normally carried the city's fragrances had become stale and heavy. The stables were located behind the command center tended to by a pack of boys, the leader of which was a tall blond commanding sort. Preoccupied with instructing the others, he did not notice Luedre's approach.<br/><br/>Charlone f