(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/8acf84a3-3552-4d4b-9394-8fd273e50e2c/dd9q1v7-9bcbdd9c-b462-439c-bf83-1f91071b0de4.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzhhY2Y4NGEzLTM1NTItNGQ0Yi05Mzk0LThmZDI3M2U1MGUyY1wvZGQ5cTF2Ny05YmNiZGQ5Yy1iNDYyLTQzOWMtYmY4My0xZjkxMDcxYjBkZTQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Vjcp5xFDzwCP6dQBexm6pp4J-qe_YKniSU65ugQCOVI)<br/><br/>The daytime ride seemed to agree with Ian. The bright light of the sun shone like fire on his red hair. In the short time the others have known him there are two things readily apparent about him. One, that he was an expert horseman, able to maintain his steed at a gallop even over rough terrain. The other is that he is gripped by mercurial mood swings that take him from amused irreverant, mania and a morose, cynical depression.<br/><br/>Fortunately he seems to be in the former as his giant, black warhorse Canter's up towards the cargo wagon. "Hey, darlin'. Anythin' interestin' goin' on in these woods?" He flashes her a small grin, "I mean, I'd love fer these fine merchants ta get their money's worth, y'know?"