No response was given to their banter. Instead, the dark assassin cleaned his weapons and armor, and then strapped them on in the appropriate places. He placed his packs on his horse, and brushed out the dirt from Kohl's fur.
It was all part of his routine. He always made certain that his equipment was kept in perfect condition. His appearance was immaculate as possible as well. Garak was a lot of things...but most of all, he was a professional.
He was ready whenever the rest had figured out how fast they would ride this day. Garak thought it funny that they were worried about how hard they would ride...after all, it was much more a strain on their animals than it was on them.
He didn't care. In the end, they could all die as far as Garak was concerned. So long as he was accepted into the Order so he could begin his campaign of wrath against the gods. Petty little arguments like travel plans mattered little to the assassin in light of his true goals. Many things mattered little by comparison. At this point, Garak would happily kill his best friend if it meant he would learn something that would help in his battle against the gods.
As he waited, dark thoughts consumed his mind. His face twisted with hateful and evil expressions as images of what he would do to future victims danced as visions in front of him.
It then hit Garak. He had not yet thought about killing Joachim. The dark one then nodded to himself. He had now officially thought about killing the paladin this day. It made him feel warm inside for many reasons...