Joan gave her masculine, snorting laugh. It wasn't a joke that required a huge guffaw of laughter, but she did show her amusement. "Man, can you<em>imagine</em>what Reginald would do if<em>any</em>of his knights pulled that?" Reginald was the king, who had sent them on this, rather dry, mission.<br/><br/>"Fancy a race, Luke?" They'd been traveling at a quick trot the whole time. Maybe a bit of a gallop would get them closer to finding the slavers who'd taken Marissa. And maybe it'd put a little bit of life into the trip.