Emil, with his own horse, had no need to go to the stables with some of the others. His own horse, while aging and not as energetic as it once was in its prime, was still serviceable for the journey, and it would've been rude and presumptuous to acquire a second horse for travel. He guided his horse to where the small supply carriage was being set up, and mounted the steed, adjusting his staff on the side so it wouldn't get in the way while riding.

Emil breathed a sigh of relief as he saw a small number of actual soldiers around the small carriage- both mounted and on foot. He hadn't been expecting to stay in the city for long anyway, and was already as fully prepared for travel as he was when he entered the city. He adjusted the steel and leather of his armor, and threw his hood back over his head as he awaited the rest of their group.

Despite his seat atop his horse, Emil couldn't help but feel small surrounded by career soldiers and capable fighters. He never imagined himself a warrior, and felt just a little out of place on a journey into monster infested lands. After a moment, Emil shook the thought from his mind, his purpose here was not to harm, but to heal. The only issue now was how these particular Caradians would react to magic.