JessiLeo, The adventures forthwith!

I stand and bow, raggedly but solidly. "Your pardon, milady, but I am well. Hawks normally ride thermals, which time mitigates the pain of my transformation. I'll just walk this one off, I suppose, since there won't be thermals at night anyway. But pray tell me, of how many armies do you know mobilizing, and in service to what lords? Because I warn you of man's treachery--an army might not serve the lord in whose service they stand."