Nonios tossed his head and gave an irritated huffing when Ryder touched him. Gwen steadied him with a patting of his neck and dismounted smoothly. Ryder had a point. Gwen was not sure she could look anything less than authoritative riding on Nonios' back. Nonios was an impressive horse and could easily make even a peasant riding upon his back look rather authoritative. But Gwen had been a general for five years and a princess for her entire life, the quietly commanding airs of authority she bore about her would not be easily washed away; even in her own father's blood. 

"I'd prefer not to draw any attention until I have an actual army at my back," she growled. "But considering I'm [i]me[/i] I doubt very much that will be in our favor." And with that, she made for the Giant's Den. Nonios following close behind as if there was some invisible lead Gwendolen held. When they arrived at the tavern, Nonios waited dutifully outside while Gwendolen entered with Ryder.