Two mounts bore two riders each. Actively keeping his eyes around his surrounding was what was very clearly an Ulfen warrior of some sort because if the braided blonde beard and hair wasn't enough to give that away, the wooden shield, battleaxe, and furs helped. But he wasn't the one that was handling the Al-Zabriti horse.
Leshys in civilization tended to be a wizard familiar or a druid assistant, but one wearing a Taldan tabard and guiding a horse was an odd sight all the same. His head appeared to be that of a dark green gourd and body that of interwoven rose vines with occasional black roses, and the horse appeared to appreciate the apparent lack of thorns. What made the sight even more comical was that strapped to the leshy's back was an adamantine heavy pick, far too large to be used proficiently by the leshy carrying it.
Adding to things uncommon was the second mount. More commonly seen in Avistan and in flight was a griffon, wearing leather armors and more Taldan green and blue cloth. Seated near the back of the griffon what was appeared to be perhaps a Chelish woman adorned in dark leather armor of her own with a rapier on her hip, but it was difficult to speak on her full appearance as she seemed slightly out of focus with the rest of the world, a shade in her shape seeming to hang an inch behind her. "I know that I'm in little position to speak on how you spend your coin considering where I would still be if you hadn't, but throwing away that much gold on a clothes shopping trip is crazy!"
These three were the apparent entourage of an obvious nobleman whose red robes with shifting, glowing geometric designs on them looked like they may have been more expensive to craft and enchant than the fabulous adamantine Aldori sword resting at his side. Like the Ulfen guard, most of the man's features hinted at being northern as well, but his eyes shown orange and his red hair was perhaps a bit too bright, as if it could at any moment alight. Jack cheekily grinned back at Ophelia, careful not to accidentally lead his griffon off path while doing so. "I personally think it was a fantastic idea. If any try to attack the party, then making myself a target is an easy way to keep everyone else alive. Witness all of the armor that I'm not wearing."
Jack's Ulfen guard grunted his displeasure at that, but seemed to have long ago learned to give up on pressing the matter. Ophelia hadn't. "If enemies are focused on you, then it makes it that much more difficult to catch them off-guard and strike them lethally! You are too bold!"
Jack looked mildly offended at that, dismissing what seemed like actual worry. "As if my well being is actually the reason you're concerned. Curious on what happens when I inevitably traverse the River of Souls? You 'died' in Dis and reappeared here without Pharasma or Asmodeus sending their clerics after you. Maybe you'll stay in the Material Plane. Maybe it's back to Hell once more. Maybe it's to whatever battlefield in the afterlife Ragathiel send me. Or maybe you'll have to be judged by the Lady Of Graves once more and end up having changed during this time and go somewhere else entirely."
Ophelia scowled at him and faded away, disappearing from sight except for those who knew what to look for on the back of the mount.
He sighed and turned his head back. "Sorry."
