There was nothing more annoying than looking for one specific woman in a sea of people. Even more annoying if that woman happened to be small, and on foot. Aurin had stared at the imposing form of the Keep as they marched in, but at the moment he simply wanted to get settled down. It had been a long trip, and harder than most on the mages. He did scan those few there that he saw standing and waiting, staring at the newcomers. He smiled easily enough as he noticed them and the youngsters around. The curious littles that watched received a broad wave from the Templar. No need for all of the new group to be aloof and superior. The majority would do that anyway.
He turned his attention again to looking for one specific figure among those gathered there in his group, finally finding her just strolling over the bridge. Trailing, as usual. She always did that when something caught her eye. He sighed and slid off of his mount with a grace that was born of long practice, and did his best not to sound like someone throwing a box of pots down a set of stairs when he did. He turned to pull his horse back though the crowd as he closed in on his quarry.
“Dee,” his voice pitched not to carry that far, or echo all that much. “Where in the world do you even want to put all this stuff you loaded my poor abused animal down with?”, his words held an easy edge of amused banter as they were directed towards the Sister-To-Be along with a wry smile. His eyes were free to roam however, as he had found his target and he found them draw to the thick stone of the walls and the impressive defensive work of the buildings. He could admire that, as much as his friends admired the history of the place.