Tollia heard the others catching up, Gar's familiar steps, heavy and quick. The hooves of a horse, a strange shuffling sound that had to be the Dragon. She closed her eyes, gripping tighter to the reigns of the two horses that she had just stolen. A merchant lay behind her, out cold. She had come upon him easily enough, making swift work of the haughty Elf. He groaned and she kicked his side. How she hated Elves. As the others approached she walked out from behind the stone wall that surrounded Sayark, offering Gar the smaller of the two horses. He scowled at her for a moment and she couldn't help but giggle. The Dwarf in him could not stand horses, not only because he loathed being off of the ground. But because horses could not stand the smell of Dwarves. The short gelding snorted in disgust, trying to pull away from him. He growled and the horse looked at him with wide eyes, still pulling on the reigns to try and get away. Tollia patted him on the neck and distracted him with an apple taken from the moaning Elf's body. Gar took the moment to scramble into the ornate saddle. "Why are they with you?" Her voice was curious, there was no anger to her tone. She looked at the young Dragon, still wondering how he could change his form. "He offered to be our tracker, he said that he could... sniff.... out the golden Dragon."