[Right. Slavers, gone to turn their cargo over to Slaver's Bay, perhaps. Something flickers in his expression, like he doesn't quite to do with this new information. Really, he hadn't thought much of the band they'd captured -- he was only there for one thing.]
I see.
[Ren nods away his discomfort in a display of understanding, refraining from comment for once. Unfortunately, he is not knowledgeable enough to know that walking would likely be less strenuous on her tired muscles and bones. So, silently, he offers her a hand with the intention of helping her up to the mare's back.]
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I see.
[Ren nods away his discomfort in a display of understanding, refraining from comment for once. Unfortunately, he is not knowledgeable enough to know that walking would likely be less strenuous on her tired muscles and bones. So, silently, he offers her a hand with the intention of helping her up to the mare's back.]