Sethi, on the other hand, is following the 'k.i.s.s.' method and, utilizing the prospect of a distraction from the young man and the obscuring mist, she is quick to set about taking to the road.  She sheathes her rapier and smiles broadly to the stable boy-- passing him a tip of two silver coins.  "Good lad," she says, giving the young man-- who is certainly not much younger than she-- a good natured pat on the shoulder with the back of her fist.  Gripping the pommel of her saddle, she mounts the horse with the careful determination of one who is still a novice to riding, she places slim black leather boot into the stirrup and swings her other over the animal's broad back.<br/><br/>Once there, she readies a couple of daggers for quick access.  "Let's go...ooo?"  she sits the saddle tall, her head high, with a comical expression of perplexity on her face.  Her teeth show and her thin eyebrows furrow as she forms the words again and again-- she hisses a loud whisper, half-pleading and half-scolding, "wha-- whaaaat the fuck?  What the FUCK are you chatting about, Chloe?  Can we<i>go</i>, please?"  Sure, the warrior was cute and all, but he WAS just about to fight them-- probably kill them-- over a fistful of coins.