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"Good thinking." Jim offers a twitch of a smile and a slow nod while they make for the main door of the Caelus family home. Would that this were nothing more than a simple sightseeing trip in the countryside. It would certainly make all of their lives easier. Then again, if it was such whimsy there would be no Stratos here, no Uncle waiting for them at the Northern Gate.

Jim's never been so happy to be ignored and left alone. The captain has a certain craving for attention he'd deny outright if asked but if anything right now Jim wishes he could do that neat 'become someone else with a wave of magic' trick Stratos is so skilled at. Anything to save them questions. They can't pass through swiftly enough for his liking.

"Are they all Your horses?" Jim's never been quite sure if the family owns any or if the stables are willing enough to rent use of the animals out when people have a pressing need arise. He's also well aware that questions about mercantilism or ownership uuuususally end up with him looking a fool on Nirn but that is at least something of a distraction today from the sobering matter they're here to see to.

Even Jim's well enough aware of the civil war in Skyrim owing to the great lack of use the Northern gate's been getting. Bruma sits so close to the border that you could spit and hit the southern most bit of Skyrim. But attempting to cross borders is not the trouble this group intends to even if it would be nearly preferable to the task at hand. Jim rearranges his things so he's not like to lose his bow in settling on the horse before mounting up and waiting for their instructions.

"We'll all be getting questions for being this side of Bruma if we don't move." Stratos' advice is as sound as ever even if he doesn't look himself. They've no time to linger.