Hazrael turns to Jyren. After a somewhat awkward silence, Hazrael addresses him: Perhaps you are right. As to why I did not choose one for myself, I did not see the need for a distance of ten miles and a small load. But if you think I would slow you down, I can ride with one of you. It seems your horse is somewhat jumpy; I don't think you would have a problem if I took the reins, would you?
As he mounts in front of Jyren, Hazrael nods to the hawk perched on his shoulder, which flares its wings and takes flight.
Watch the road in front of us, Erin, and behind as well. Circle from above, and if you tire come back to my shoulder. Tell me if you see any person, or anything strange ... and this time I don't want to know about every tasty squirrel running around ... good girl