Book One, Chapter Six, Post Eleven

Quiberron does some quick calculations and says, “Perhaps we would be better off without the mounts and with a wagon instead? We could end up spending a considerable amount on feed, not to mention that carrying all of our rations and equipment plus the food for the horses may limit our range.”

Roland stands up and says, "I, too, defer to you judgement, Lady Arabella, and do not mean to question your father's wisdom, but I also have reservations about Alexandros as leader of this sortie."

Flynn shrugs. "A wagon is good, yes, but we should have at least one horse. It will generally feed itself on grass and opens up opportunities for a quick scout of open areas. If we are mapping, that is invaluable."

“The wagon will make it to the outpost, but I doubt it will make it in the Wilds,” Arabella says. Then she looks to Roland. “As for the leader, Alexandros does have the most experience as far as I know.”

“But a leader cannot lead if those who follow choose not to.”

“I suggest you all speak amongst yourselves. Or you could always have dear Terrence step up,” she says with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Flynn's face darkens. "I've already chosen to pass on that. Even without your reservations, leading a sortie is not the same as leading an expedition. I know what I'm good at. The games behind making decisions are not on that list."

“I believe Arabella said that the Wilds includes forest and desert,” Quiberron argues, “which will make feeding horses off the land very difficult. Also, we must not forget Tyrects here; I think he would find prolonged time in the saddle uncomfortable. As would the horse.”

At the mention of his name, Tyrects looks over. "I have never ridden anything before. I am willing to learn if the beast is willing."

“No offence, but I think it would be a rare beast that would be willing to allow a seven-foot-tall carnivore on its back. And your tail would present a problem as well. Although perhaps we could design a custom saddle... and with the right training program...” Quiberron trails off, lost in his thoughts.

"Well, Tyrects can drive the wagon!” Terrence shouts. “Look! I made my first leadership decision!"