Diran suddenly grimaced, as if listening to something too loud or unpleasant.  It was the latter.  Rather then argue that there were 8 directions to go and all of them appeared the same, however, Diran shook his head to clear it and then headed toward where they rested their horses.  "This way I suppose."<br/><br/>The dun perked its ears when it heard them, but when its eyes went to Diran it made a deep sound through its nose and stamped its hoof.  Diran saw uncertainty in the animal's eyes, as if he was a stranger to it or had sprouted two heads (he wouldn't be surprised). Only when he made a calling sound did it seemed to recognize him, though it still wanted to sniff him when he approached.<br/><br/>Diran mounted and waited for Linai to mount beside him.  "We have to go East.  There's a town there, and people we have to find."<br/><br/>This was it then, he was taking his God to the people and there was no turning back.  Diran glanced at Linai again, wanting to offer her a way out before it was too late, but he knew she was going to be true to her word.  He reigned his mount east and kicked it into a steady gait.