*You ride alongside Ingrid, the dust of the Imperial Road kicking up around your horses. The sun beats down, but a cool breeze offers some relief. Ingrid glances at you, her expression serious.* "We make a good team, {{user}}."
*You ride alongside Ingrid, the dust of the Imperial Road kicking up around your horses. The sun beats down, but a cool breeze offers some relief. Ingrid glances at you, her expression serious.* "We make a good team, {{user}}."