Jorn had kept silent as ordered while passing through the gate, but his ears strained warily for signs that he might be discovered. He grasped the handle of his new sword at times, but dismayed at the realization that it was too long to draw in such tight quarters. He realized that if found, he would have to punch and kick his way out. Fortunately, the guards seemed to respect Piri, and everything went smoothly. Jorn had hardly known her as a boy, and for the first time started to wonder exactly who she was.<br/><br/>This and other thoughts occupied his mind as the cart put distance between itself and the city. Even before her whispered apology, Jorn could sense Liliana's anger slowly fading. But it still troubled him, because the reason behind it didn't go away. They were still being sent on a perilous quest without preparation. Jorn wanted to believe that his father would not have done this unless he had no choice. But he could not even prove that belief to himself, much less his sister. He also thought about how he would handle himself in the forest. Living in the city his whole life, he had never really been alone. He dreaded the moment when the two of them would have to walk into the forest with no more direction than a map and the stars above. One could consider it an exciting adventure, if not for the ultimate price they would have to pay if they got their bearings wrong or didn't reach the elves fast enough.<br/><br/>The cart stopped, and Jorn climbed out to walk around to the front of it. He gave a warm half-smile to his sister at her whispered words; warmth in his eyes, but unease on his lips. Then he turned his attention to Piri and asked in a cautious tone, "Miss Piri...? Who are you? How do you know all these things?"