Ouroboros Spine lambent, flashing, red and white.

He hoped his small admittance wouldn't deter her from staying with them. Mordecai anticipated that not all of those he recruited would last; to think that they would, well that would have simply been foolish. There already had been those who had moved on from their ranks to greater unknowns, and some of them had already been forgotten by him. Harlyn's shoulder nudge brought him firmly out of his thoughts though, and he brought his gaze to where she looked on past him.

“It usually does,” he commented, gathering a more positive train of thought. “I'm sure we could find something out there to go after, top of a cache or two.” There was little time to debate changing their mind about it too, as Mordecai chose then to move to direct them down from the ridge. He rose smoothly, hoping to bring the Cinderloch with him eagerly. “Shall we?” With a bit of ground to cover, he didn't want to burn any more daylight than they already had. Who knew how long it would take to suss out something fair?