Dimensional-Zelda

Fighting just ruined everything, but sometimes it just seemed unavoidable.

"It might be best if you lead," Daedra eventually chimed into the discussion, making the executive decision. "-as you seem to have an idea of potential trouble. The small towns and housing it usually near roads. I only think there's a handful about."

The area was relatively quiet, which was hopeful. Daedra silently hoped there was not much to this. She never cared if a day was lost for a false alarm, namely if it meant no fighting or injuries.

"-it's a neighboring kingdom," Daedra admitted, turning her focus to her travel companion. "It started with bandit groups taking advantage of local small villages on the border and things have sadly... escalated."

At the question, Daedra blinked and thought a moment. "Oh--- I suppose I could, being the tactician and--"

The redhead's suggestion was cut short by an almost interjectory cough before a voice cut in.

"-Perhaps, it would be most prudent for Lady Zelda to lead the party," Reinar chimed in, his tone sounding almost leery. "She has a better idea of what to keep an eye for..."

"I suppose that's true," Daedra piped in response. "I just didn't want to put the pressure to you if you not prefer. Technically my position puts me almost like a leader sometimes, so I try to keep the responsibility..."

Though, Daedra was sure everyone experienced it in some manner. It was just a bit different on her end since her planning was generally what hinged from victory or defeat...

The redhead perked up curiously when she noticed Zelda pull out a bit of parchment. Pushing on her toes, the petite woman saw it as a scribble of a map.

"Do you want a proper one to double check from," the redhead interjected, immediately turning to her thick coat to feel about the many, many pockets. "I should have one...." a bit more looking.

"--here!"

The mare gave a knicker, though it was unclear if it was coincidence or if she recognized she was the subject of the discussion. Either way, Sir Reinar hardly seemed opposed or offended to keep himself towards the back.

"Well, one horse rider doesn't make a whole cavalry," she offered, turning back ahead. "Truthfully, I was unable to find someone from the scouting divisions who could be spared," came the admittance.

"They're all on their prior given orders, and I figured if we'd have someone in plating anyway, may as well have the benefit of speed as well."

Perhaps there were other options aside from knights and foot soldiers, but frankly, Daedra didn't want to chance a poorly aimed magic spell engulfing the area in flames or thunder or.... whatever dark magic consisted of.

"I take no offense, Milady," Reinar offered down to Zelda, shifting himself on his warhorse. "I may be counted as an old war-hound these days, but I remember my days as a scout," the assured, while adjusting himself in the saddle as his armor clacked and clicked itself. Not offering much confidence to his claim.

Aedan opened a larger door and brough the camel in, where a handful of other camels and horses were and then closed it behind her, only a small door remaining open. The building was a large common area, with a central cistern, and about three dozen people inside.

"Ah, lady Aedan, that storm was oddly quick was it not?" One asked her.

In the desert there were legends of a small village protected by a singular warlord. At the same time there were stories of a single person raising smaller caravans and taking them to an isolated village.

Doing what she always did in a new world she started to explore, trading for a camel and some supplies she headed out.

Through the desert, she found a small town a great place to rest for the night, though she wasn't sure how welcoming they would be.

Looking towards the voice she made sure to not touch her sword she didn't want to show hostility.

Clicking her tongue to get it to follow.

Her eye met her visitor and eyed her up. A single red eye in shadow. Nothing particularly suspicious, perhaps she was just very unlucky. Or maybe very lucky.

Zelda didn't want to show off her magic yet, so this mask would stop fine for this encounter.

In the desert there were legends of a small village protected by a singular warlord. At the same time there were stories of a single person raising smaller caravans and taking them to an isolated village.

Doing what she always did in a new world she started to explore, trading for a camel and some supplies she headed out.

Through the desert, she found a small town a great place to rest for the night, though she wasn't sure how welcoming they would be.

Looking towards the voice she made sure to not touch her sword she didn't want to show hostility.

Clicking her tongue to get it to follow.

In the desert there were legends of a small village protected by a singular warlord. At the same time there were stories of a single person raising smaller caravans and taking them to an isolated village.

Doing what she always did in a new world she started to explore, trading for a camel and some supplies she headed out.

Through the desert, she found a small town a great place to rest for the night, though she wasn't sure how welcoming they would be.

Looking towards the voice she made sure to not touch her sword she didn't want to show hostility.

While Daedra seemed to jog on foot, she was accompanied by a gentleman on a horse, clad in the prepped gear of the cavalry units - armored but not as equipped as the full donned knights.

"I hope we didn't keep you waiting," Daedra offered with a smile, despite the grim seriousness of what their trip might hold. That still didn't seem reason for the redhead to not be optimistic.

"This is Sir Reinar," she added, gesturing to the man set upon his horse. For the moment, he only gave a polite bow of his helmeted head. "-he's a more seasoned member of the nightwatch, and he's worked with Frederick for a number of years. I figured if we'll only have limited aid, best to pick one of the best."