"Anyone can see we're coming from about a mile away.." She said under her breath.
Eithne thought it was a stupid idea either way, they might have been out for this mountain people, but that also meant they were out in the open for anyone to strike against them. She preferred the close quarters of a bar, a street, or an alleyway. She knew how to use the close quarters to her advantage. To keep herself from corners, to press her enemies into them, or how to get herself out of them. But the vast openness was stifling in that respect. There was no way to work such advantages here. There was too much room, to dodge or to run. Which made her hand-to-hand complicated. Unless of course it was in a line of trees or something equally covered like that. And from horseback? She was never going to get that right.
There was always some Rider or another telling her she needed a real weapon. A knife and her fists weren't going to do much to help her. But this is what she had and this is what she knew how to use. maybe one day she'd pick something else up but she doubted it. She'd probably be dead by then. Eithne did not reach for any weapon when the rider appeared. Instead she just sat up in the saddle and debated whether throwing a fireball at a moving target would be a good idea. Could she do that? Had she practiced that skill enough?
Her escort. More like, servants. Eithne kept her eyes on the Rider and did not roll them. She was just glad that she wasn't in charge of introductions this time around. Eragos had learned his lesson the last time she was in charge of it. And that was that she was terrible with titles and worse at talking with people. She was much more hands on.