Njall, who had been watching around them in case of attack, simply noded curtly.<br/><br/>"Obviously, I cannot ride you as well as Swift Cloud," he says, as he swings his leg over Sigurdr's side, taking to the ground as well, "While this will sacrifice speed, it would not do to seperate, so it seems the best option for now. Sigurdr will pace us."<br/><br/>He straps his heavy lance to the socket on the saddle, leaving it there rather than back straping it before turning to once more face the newcomer.<br/><br/>"I am Njall, of the Knights of Sommerlund. Look sharply, as clearly the Dark Lords are looking for survivors...or whomever else they can find."