"This way." The exotic looking man said. The silver cuffs around his upper arms gleamed in the light, almost as bright as the one around his neck with an eight link chain. Above, someone peeked down at them from the window, watching momentarily before closing the curtains. On the back it read Jezmerine's slave.
Strelitzia slid from her horse as well, slightly less elegant than the others and she had to force herself to stand straight. Her rear was aching something awful. Horse riding had always looked like a lot of fun but it was much harder than she thought. No one had offered assistance so she didn't feel right complaining. They weren't there for comfort, afterall. They were there to try and prevent a war and maybe ease the pain of death that clung to them all.
