"Certainly, Sir Alydarr. But for stealth's sake, could we not dismiss the flagman, send him back to the Palace? We've not a need to proclaim our identity to every passing traveler on the road, and risk robbery besides. I'm sure it wouldn't be beyond us to fight any highwaymen off, but it's an annoyance we could easily avoid."<br/><br/>Lhurriel stared right back at the knight without blinking, her eyes steady and firm. Nobody was more confident in themselves than she; she had not trained for almost sixteen years to be uncertain of her skill and talent. She had both in plenty - talent inherited from her Border Clan ancestors, and skill trained into her ever since she'd been a toddler of two years old, playing with whirling globes of ice.<br/><br/>He looked quite capable, as would any knight of King Roland. Strong, much more well muscled than she; then again, Lhurriel knew that in any fight against an armed man, her small throwing daggers would have little use unless she could throw them somewhere lethal. Preferably the throat or eyes; if she was unlucky and the man had a helm, her obvious weapon would be her magic. And Lhurriel had no qualms about using magic against her opponents, oh no.<br/><br/>Lhurriel grimaced as she remembered the state of her magicycle. It had formerly been one of the latest models, given to her by one of her previous amours, Lord Eversleigh, Corsair Atadel. He was the manager and owner of one of the kingdom's best manufacturers of magicycles, and in return for some of the fastest and best 'cycles for mages, Lhurriel got called frequently to his estate to help him purify and cut special crystals for the custom-order magicycles. She didn't mind, so much - the tradeoff was well worth it.<br/><br/>However, at the moment her magicycle was sitting in the trash heap, wrecked because some careless and arrogant knight had tried to use it over the obstacle course. That was what she got for not spelling the thing so that only she could use it.<br/><br/>"Erm..." Lhurriel squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly chagrined. "I apologize for the inconvenience, Sir Alydarr, but yesterday one of the knights at the palace hacked into the engine of my magicycle and attempted to ride it over the more difficult obstacle course. Needless to say, my magicycle didn't survive the trip. 'Twas Sir Morath. Perhaps you know him. Anyway, I was hoping I could catch a ride on yours, at least until we get to Lord Eversleigh's estate, about a day's travel away along our road. He's got a new model ready for me."