Still there sitting on the table, idly licking myself in various naughty fashions, when that other guy comes over and explains something or other about bandits? When did we have bandit problems? Hunting them down and explain themselves does sound like a fun way to spend an evening, especially after I ate my fill and are quite content with life. Scampering off of the table, a jumping action that makes my skirt fling up all the more so. Giggling with delight over the excitement in the air, as we all hurry out back to where our horses are.<br/><br/>Since I never dismissed my mount, my awesome horse of mystical energy is exactly where I left him. Scampering up onto him and mounting properly, which just looks silly no matter how hard I try to look all dignified on top of a horse. In any case, I do start following along with the group towards the red smoke.