Nobody openly rejected the idea of the group traveling which wasn't all that surprising. She did not think anyone here was stupid. They knew the chances of surviving in the North were better in numbers. When the guard called down Sage whipped her head up to get a clear look at the guards on the wall. With the directions given the group began to move towards the opening gates. 

Sage was thrilled to finally be going inside. Not so thrilled that she would be meeting with Lord Cross. She had heard rumors, as everyone else had, she was sure. She did not know if she should be apprehensive about this meeting but she was. Something didn't sit right with her. What care did Lord Cross have with their affairs? 

As she filed in line behind the woman with the different colored eyes..or journalist..she hadn't decided what to call her yet, Sage was sure to walk a little off to the side so as not to have Four Swords completely out of view. Not that this was a necessary measure, what with the armed guards and all, but it was an instinct she'd adopted long ago, more of a compulsive need really, to be completely aware of her surroundings.