[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Eisenhorn][@The Otter]

[color=goldenrod]"I'm not a fan either, horse. Easy."[/color]

From below, there was the shake of a dark mane, a snort, and a discouraged nicker, prompting the rider above to respond in kind, his own tone low even as the Knight-Captain at the fore called back to her formation in a barebones briefing. Looking at the dark overhang their path took them through was already enough to set off certain alarm bells in his head, after Jeremiah's goons had [i]literally gotten the drop[/i] on them what seemed like ages ago now—

But just as much, he knew the beast was smart enough to remember they'd ridden right into a maelstrom here not a week prior. The fucking [i]Brennan Woods[/i] again. Cae Mayl itself was barely more than a stone's throw away. He had half a mind to believe this downwind of the Shard being brought here by the Boars to begin with, their business never having truly felt finished. All they'd ever had to show for it was the image of a white mask— not even the Shard they were originally hunting down in that dispatch.

[color=goldenrod][i]Still, though, it's likely not in terribly close proximity, even if it is revealed to be the root cause— he's mad, not murderous.[/i]

"We should hope."[/color] the erstwhile merc agreed with Rolan, before glancing down the cut to a man from far further North, his own displeasure evident. [color=goldenrod]"Fionn may need us to get some pointers."[/color]