<div class="floatright">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/AdolfWeissmann_zps2f209f2e.jpg)</div>His suspicions that the guard captain would be of little worth confirmed, Saren nodded. "I'll see you there, then. If anyone else wishes to join me in search of the Princess's former attendant, feel free to join me. Regardless, I shall meet you at the Eastern Gate within two hours. Make sure you're ready to travel rough, as we know not how long until we reach civilization once more," he says, turning on his heel and moving to collect his equipment and move towards the Carnival. With allies such as these, who needed enemies? They would probably slow him down, prove useless, and only be a hindrance. Already his mind was turning, wondering if he might be able to recruit other, more worthy allies who might be able to not only be of use, but also have a modicum of loyalty to himself and everyone else.<br/><br/>Instead, for now, he was saddled with paranoid juveniles and weak women (though that was redundant, to say the least). An inaudible sigh escaped his lips. Numb-skulls and imbeciles. It was always like this. He was always surrounded with people who were unwilling to take initiative, to risk themselves, to show that they had the strength and courage to go out of their tiny little comfort zones and burst forth into the world to make sure that their will came through. Well, it didn't matter. He'd taken care of himself up to here, and would do so in the future if that is what it took to fulfill his dream. He didn't let even himself think about it, but comforted himself with the thought that every day took him one step closer to it.