As per their customary group, Zenan wasn't too thrilled to see Sasha's departure, but it was the way of the world after all. They would all end up split away to one business or another in time, it was inevitable. He'd see about grabbing onto some loot for Sasha if the chance came along. That resolve silently made, he went with the larger remainder of the group outside.<br/><br/>He shot Alya a half-smile as she commented on her envy, "Excellent idea...we've got some ground to cover beforehand though, otherwise I'd much like to act on that thought."<br/><br/>Catgirls everywhere, some tribal, others seemed to be alone, but a number of them watched the trio's progress to the eastern gate, much to the rugged fighter's irritation. Even worse, a fucking crowd blocking them, cutting them off from all sides, making both retreating and plowing forward a logistical nightmare no matter which option was taken. A nightmare Zenan could have lived without. And the mewling and grabbing grated on his nerves. Catgirls or no, they needed to learn a thing or two about keeping their distance, and keeping off of the gear.<br/><br/>"Get them off the horses, and<em>off the wagon!</em>Shove 'em off if need be!" he shouted; far was he from losing his temper, but those looking at him might not know the difference between that and what he displayed now. He'd not yet drawn his sword, instead taking his own advice to remove the nearest catgirl from the wagon, then looked to the front as his next goal; it'd do no good getting them off the wagon if the horses panicked and sent them all reeling on a crazy gallop.<br/><br/>