Pseok glanced at Roland, hoping he'd have a better idea of how to follow this situation. Fighting wasn't something he'd had to do that often, at least not with anything intelligent. Those times he had it had been to the death, or at least to injured-beyond-fighting.
Pseok: "Well, I was taking my friend here for a little ride, that satisfy you? Anyway, you can't follow us now without your horse."
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