"Knights," Kasrjin reported somewhat breathlessly as his hands carefully refastened the harness and the saddlebags. "Close to thirty. Not here for us, perhaps, but it is better that we do not risk it." The Xaela moved to the rear end of the stable and lifted up the bar, allowing the back doors of the stable to swing open before returning to guide Karadwyr out. The black destrier warbled slightly in protest to its bridle being tugged on by the Au Ra, but the sooner they got out of the stable, the better it would be. As the paladin and her bird followed, Kasrjin shut the back door and replaced the bar.
"War party. Nets, bows, lances. Dragons, maybe. They look to be camping here. We should leave, just in case." If he had to guess, the commanding officer wanted to appropriate the stables for their chocobos. "We are heading to the location known as Anyx Trine. With luck, we will not be harassed on the way there." If Roen had questions, the journey there would be an adequate opportunity to discuss them as well. Kasrjin placed a foot into the stirrup and hoisted himself over Karadwyr's back, quickly--and somewhat nervously, though he did his best not to let it show--checking the status of the saddlebags to make sure none would fall off during their exodus.
The sound of the knights beginning to shuffle their birds into the stable was audible as Kasrjin glanced at Roen. "I doubt we will be able to sneak. It would be best if we simply left in a hurry. Follow my lead." With a crack of the reins, Karadwyr let out a cry as the destrier rapidly accelerated from behind the stable and began to make a beeline for the river. There was a gate leading to the northern forelands, and it was much shorter than going around the mountains. Some of the knights seemed startled at the presence of the sudden rampage of the two chocobos tearing out of Tailfeather, but Kasrjin noted that none of them seemed interested past the initial noise. That was good; either they weren't here to pursue them, or he and Roen somehow avoided recognition. The chocobos warbled happily at being able to fully stretch their legs into a full gallop. Their talons made wondrous splashes in the river, though Kasrjin had to duck his head to avoid being clotheslined by the bottom of the river gate's portcullis.
After sufficient distance, he tugged on the reins for a few moments before briefly remembering that controlling Karadwyr required the use of his stirrups as well. Karadwyr's gallop slowed to a canter and eventually a comfortable trot as they made their way to the road, and the Xaela finally allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. If those knights had been sent to pursue them, even he wouldn't know precisely how to act.
"Those men seem to have been on a dragon hunt. Do Ishgardians make strikes into Dravania regularly?" Kasrjin had never seen such a large party in Tailfeather during his hunts.
"War party. Nets, bows, lances. Dragons, maybe. They look to be camping here. We should leave, just in case." If he had to guess, the commanding officer wanted to appropriate the stables for their chocobos. "We are heading to the location known as Anyx Trine. With luck, we will not be harassed on the way there." If Roen had questions, the journey there would be an adequate opportunity to discuss them as well. Kasrjin placed a foot into the stirrup and hoisted himself over Karadwyr's back, quickly--and somewhat nervously, though he did his best not to let it show--checking the status of the saddlebags to make sure none would fall off during their exodus.
The sound of the knights beginning to shuffle their birds into the stable was audible as Kasrjin glanced at Roen. "I doubt we will be able to sneak. It would be best if we simply left in a hurry. Follow my lead." With a crack of the reins, Karadwyr let out a cry as the destrier rapidly accelerated from behind the stable and began to make a beeline for the river. There was a gate leading to the northern forelands, and it was much shorter than going around the mountains. Some of the knights seemed startled at the presence of the sudden rampage of the two chocobos tearing out of Tailfeather, but Kasrjin noted that none of them seemed interested past the initial noise. That was good; either they weren't here to pursue them, or he and Roen somehow avoided recognition. The chocobos warbled happily at being able to fully stretch their legs into a full gallop. Their talons made wondrous splashes in the river, though Kasrjin had to duck his head to avoid being clotheslined by the bottom of the river gate's portcullis.
After sufficient distance, he tugged on the reins for a few moments before briefly remembering that controlling Karadwyr required the use of his stirrups as well. Karadwyr's gallop slowed to a canter and eventually a comfortable trot as they made their way to the road, and the Xaela finally allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. If those knights had been sent to pursue them, even he wouldn't know precisely how to act.
"Those men seem to have been on a dragon hunt. Do Ishgardians make strikes into Dravania regularly?" Kasrjin had never seen such a large party in Tailfeather during his hunts.
