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Locien waved at Theodin as Raina pulled Locien to the rendezvous point and examined Roran. "He looks like a good enough stallion. Is he rideable?" She asked with a smirk. "He seems to be if he wants to run as hard as he can. It'll be a long way to the Maelthra Clan's abode. It's near the mountains in the west. It'll be a fun little journey. Locien you'd love it out in the western regions, a Variety of Climate just like Morlay would have and diverse wildlife." She said as she gave pause of thought to the times she would romp around the climate as a young elf herself. Those were the only times she was happy, besides becoming a handmaiden and making new friends there.

"I would think it would be a nice place there." Locien said. He felt nervous to approach his long lost grandfather. Even though he heard from Raina that he may be sick and dying he felt like the Maelthra cheiftain was a force to be reckoned with. a Fierce Dark Elf who would no sooner kill an enemy without a second thought in his mind. The thought of meeting him terrified him but not as much as what Raina did as she got onto Roran as Ildhrenion came with the stuff he had used during his stay at the Inn escorting the Princess along. Raina pulled Locien onto Roran with her.

"I'll guide the horse Locien. Just relax and enjoy the ride." She calmly stated as she made him wrap his arms around her.

Ildhrenion mounted the more peaceful Ivory. "These old bones need a peaceful horse unlike the one Locien is about to use." He muttered to himself.