Damian trudges along stoically at the front of the group.  Clad from head to toe in heavy armor, with his skull-masked helm and broad metal shield, he is no fast marcher.  On the other hand, he is gifted with patience and fortitude, and is apparently willing to tread the earth from dawn to midnight without complaint.<br/><br/>"It is my thought that we need not hurry.  The harriers will likely find us, whether we search for them or not.  Perhaps they will only cross steel with the defenseless, but I believe we will encounter them whether we will it or not."<br/><br/>After some consideration, he continues.  "I, too, should have purchased a beast.  I don't mind the exertion, but I regret the delay.  Perhaps the harriers will have horses, then at least I will not hinder our return."