Thyros the tiefling man.

Watching the rest of the team get ready whilst you wait to depart, you work to suppress a smile at the sight of the armored dwarf being helped onto the horse by Daseil, with a little spark of magic aiding her lifting. The amusement fades when the tall tiefling sidles up besides your horse, looking up at you.

"Riding with you. Put me and the dwarf on one horse and we'll break the poor things back."

He doesn't wait for a response before placing a hand onto the saddle and hauling himself up to join you, nestling himself up behind you so close you can feel his body-heat. When you feel his hands wrap around your midriff, you can imagine the devilish smile on his face.

"You know, typically the taller person rides in-front."

"I thought time was important? We'll switch when we make camp."

One glance over to the other horse confirms the dwarf and Daseil are ready to go. You suppress an instinct to snap at Thyros; it wouldn't accomplish much to sour your relations with him this early; and shout out to the others.

"Lead the way."

Daseil returns a big toothy grin at you, and sets off. You follow behind, out through the cities gates.