Renata took the hand and mounted behind Ambrose— a cursory search revealed that her horse had been taken rather swiftly from the grove by the town inn it had been hidden in. Though it was a loss, it wasn't like she could've kept it for the long haul anyway since she barely had a clue about equestrian-keeping. The inn itself was more like someone's large house that happened to rent out a few of its rooms to travelers— its inhabitants had made a point of casting their glances away from the trio as they left.
"Not much," she replied to Roland honestly, noting that she had seemingly been promoted from Miss to Lady in the knight's eyes. Far from deserving the title though she was, and unsure of whether or not it was intentional, she appreciated it. "The mayoral residence is just across from the cathedral, with a red roof. That's likely to be their base if there's no dedicated barracks in town. Although the messenger will probably take the whole day to ride to Caelin..." She thought for a moment: the town guards had seemed eager to turn against one another based on faith until Albert had come and barked commands at them. The head-of-the-snake metaphor practically begged to be made. "We'll need to do something about that mayor before we're able to coerce any of the guards. And—" Renata flushed in self-conscience as it dawned on her that she had never actually learned the name of the man she was currently holding on to so not to fall off of his horse. "... Pardon me. I've already met Sir Roland, but may I ask your name, sir?"
"Not much," she replied to Roland honestly, noting that she had seemingly been promoted from Miss to Lady in the knight's eyes. Far from deserving the title though she was, and unsure of whether or not it was intentional, she appreciated it. "The mayoral residence is just across from the cathedral, with a red roof. That's likely to be their base if there's no dedicated barracks in town. Although the messenger will probably take the whole day to ride to Caelin..." She thought for a moment: the town guards had seemed eager to turn against one another based on faith until Albert had come and barked commands at them. The head-of-the-snake metaphor practically begged to be made. "We'll need to do something about that mayor before we're able to coerce any of the guards. And—" Renata flushed in self-conscience as it dawned on her that she had never actually learned the name of the man she was currently holding on to so not to fall off of his horse. "... Pardon me. I've already met Sir Roland, but may I ask your name, sir?"