Sigurd could only shake his head as the little band of misfits began their journey. He couldn't believe that Lifth thought this was the right group. There weren't enough words to describe his doubt. But then, he just sighed and shrugged towards his guards. They seemed to reciprocate his feelings and sighed as well.

The party of four horse and two donkeys caught up to Lifth just outside of the Prontera walls. No guards paused them. In fact the guards seemed to shy away from Lifth as much as possible.

The young blond continued to ride with haste, as though she was urgent to put the city and it's people behind her. She spoke no words, at least none aloud, but it was obvious her mood fouled with each passing second.

Very suddenly she spoke, a sharp clear voice resounding back towards the party. "OUr first stop is Elseth, a little over half a days ride from here. We should reach it just before nightfall. DO NOT bother me with silly questions while we ride."

With that small outburst she continued on.