<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Fallon.jpg)</div>Fallon tests the cinch of her horse before swinging herself up by the stirrup in a fashion that hints at experience in the saddle, but perhaps not mastery.  Firmly seated, she carefully arranges her gear and sets her hammer aside her thigh to prevent discomfort.  With her head high and her helmet on one knee, it's clear that she rides with lovely carriage... an obvious streak of vanity for the paladin of Sune.  She is quite a sight-- with the balletic flair of her courtly mannerisms casting a stark contrast to the wild-tinged, autumnal beauty, she makes quite a sight in the fine new suit of armor.<br/><br/>Once they reach the opening road at the outskirts of town, however, she's back to business; the helmet goes on, and her shield is back on her arm, though at rest on her thigh.  And she takes a good, long look at each of them again, especially the newly-arrived monk.  Paranoid, perhaps... monks aren't necessarily known for their dastardly deeds... but if there's evil among her comrades, she wants to know it early.  With the down growing sparser by the moment, she lowers her head and whispers softly, "Sune's light upon our faces, may Lady Firehair glean to us what is vile so it may be cleansed."<br/><br/>{using Detect Evil, again, just in case.}