Gaston glances around a corner, looking left, then looking right. The young warcaster in training was confident at times. Well many a time, but...this was slightly ridiculous. glancing towards his two jacks with him.
Regis was slowly advancing, the heavy mule was hissing a storm as it followed. Every now an then it's mace would tap the ground. Almost in a repetitive manner as it followed after the young caster.
While Bullier had it's shield up before itself, glancing slowly from side to side, its massive halberg at the ready as it clanks along. Inwardly Gaston sighs, but he will have to make due. Nodding as he points down the road. As Regis gets into position at one corner. An Bullier not far behind. Crouching slightly in the alley as they wait.
Slowly, ever so slowly, they heard the tall tale foot steps, the Khadoran language, an the turning of wheels an the clopping of hooves. It was show time, an Gaston was always ready to impress.