Keira sees no need to comment on the man's orders, her eyes still relatively downcast. She does not seem to have a pack, or a travelling cloak, or any such similar trappings of those who spend their lives on the move. Instead, she carries what little she needs in the belt holding the lower part of her armour in place. She smiles slightly as Rennel speaks of supplies and transport wagons.<em>This should be interesting.</em><br/><br/>Having nothing to add, she simply moves closer to her assigned companion and looks at him, fully expecting him to lead the way fearlessly, or whatever it is that fearless leader types do.