Sinon Lomasa rides Cinnamon in from Entrance to Vozhd Keep. Markus Kahar nods his head to Jacib, "Excellent, that'll be more then fine. Contact me when appropriate, good sir. We'll speak later." Jacib nods, and sets off toward the gate out of the courtyard at a brisk walk. Cinnamon comes trotting through the gates, fresh foam at its mouth from pressed riding. Its rider, the Duke of East Leg Sinon Lomasa, reins his mount in and surveys the courtyard briefly before dismounting. Jacib heads into Entrance to Vozhd Keep. Markus Kahar nods, the steam erupting from his nostrils. "And?"