"I plan to. Maybe I can pay the acquisitioner to get me an Ofieri saddle on his next trip. They say their horses run like the desert wind, maybe it'll rub off on her." He chuckles at the thought.

The advantage of being a big, tall, horned man with a scarred up face: you don't have to make your way through people. People make way for you. Lambert's confident stride and lashing tail clears a generous amount of space for Childermass to step into beside and behind him. Lambert isn't so focused on their destination that he misses Childermass's expression, though.

"Changed your mind about food?"