Zaed, despite feeling that Vassarka was overreacting, hurried to grab his tack and saddlebags. In a rush, he he threw the saddle over Ally's back, startling her, and murmuring an apology roughly put on Ally's bridle. She snorted and tossed her head, and Zaed knew he'd pay for his mistreatment of her, either by stubborn refusal to do as he said or a harsh bite later on, but he finally finished tacking her up and secured the saddlebags. He sent a wistful glance at his tent; it was a shame to leave it when he had only recently bought it, but he saw Des already standing and looking towards them in the darkness and knew they should leave before the situation escalated even further. He jumped into the saddle and sent a glance towards Vassarka. Her horse had reared, and for a moment she was poised perfectly, her hair trailing behind her, but for all her beauty, Zaed felt that she was dangerous. He glanced back to Des, and what kind of person would abandon someone injured? He doubted the cut was deep, but all the same...Zaed stopped for a moment, a second, and wondered if perhaps travelling with the strange woman was sensible. It took Zaed less than a moment to decide. The woman was dangerous. And danger, promised adventure. Zaed grinned and spinning Ally round, drew abreast with Vassarka and her mount. As he was nudging Ally forwards however to enter a trot, for the last time Zaed glanced back at the strange man who had held the knife to his throat. He reached into his saddle bag and pulled out his coin purse. He threw two gold pieces towards the man, and glancing at the cut on his shoulder called out, "For your trouble..."
Then, content with his decision to follow Vassarka, while still disappointed at the loss of his tent, Zaed called out to Vassarka, "We should head back to Syliras, and figure out there where we should go." And without asking for a reply, urged Ally into a fast trot.