"Back to the desert of course," Adaron replied and shrugged. If she didn't like Fiona, she was free to suggest something better at any given time. As it were, he was moving quickly through the city, thankful to already be on the outskirts.
And when they reached the stables beside a guard tower, he was the first to mount a horse, a black steed that didn't seem to mind his new rider. The old instincts came back and just as he heard shouts of "HEY! STOP THAT HORSE THIEF!"
He was already out the gates, riding like the wind.