[Aylwen Dreamsong]

Rhys let out a relieved sigh. All was well, and Eorlyn was not mad at him for something he was still clueless about. Bowing gallantly and dramatically sweeping an arm in the direction of the door, Rhys smiled.

"I would be honored to have your company on our ride in the darkest of dark nights, fair maiden!" Rhys replied, all formality ringing in his voice. Eorlyn giggled, and the two made their way out the door and towards the stables.

Jisela shrugged off the feeling of being uncomfortable as Krosan snatched the papers away and turned away. Putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly, Jisela smiled. Whether he wasn't crying or was, something tormented him; it was easy to see.

"You were meant to live life," Jisela said calmly. "Are you happy with today if tomorrow is the end? When you're old, will you have regrets then?"

All the questions were rhetorical, and the two made their way out towards the stables to get their horses ready, like everyone else already had. The two prepared their mounts while everyone else waited, whether paitently or impatiently. Rhys and Eorlyn talked as if they were old friends, as did Reed and Darian. There was little or no tension within the group, which would be good if the heat of battle were brought upon them and they should have to work together.

Horses bridled and saddled, riders ready to fight through the storm, the group headed out into the freezing wind and the biting snowflakes. The inn was a happy memory as they forced their horses to trot against the wind. The snowflakes danced around the group wildly, nipping at cold, red noses and melting on any uncovered skin. The snow grew deeper as they went on, and even Jisela kept herself from daring to try and start a snowball fight again.