Even Rakurai could not hold back a chuckle as Sauron saluted him. It was a strange sight to see, especially since Rakurai was used to being the one doing the saluting. Now, he had someone saluting him. To Rakurai, it was a funny change. Yes, it was fun. Finally finding his footing with himself, Rakurai responded with chuckle, "Wherever the path shall take us." It was a statement Rakurai had lived by, but now, he was using it in a humorous way. There were no paths in the plains! Well, no straight, visible paths. "Come along," Rakurai encouraged, as he turned to begin to lead the way. He recalled how boundful and spry Sauron had been earlier... Rakurai wondered if he could do the same. How would it feel to just run, with no certain goal in the distance in mind? Silly? Perhaps, but Rakurai wouldn't know unless he tried. Before he let his mind say, "No! Don't do it!" Rakruai bounded forward, at no great speed, splitting the grass with his snout as he let his legs charge forward. The grass tickled his nose as he ran, and this once-hardened warrior to such tortures let them do their work. And, Rakurai laughed, heartily.