As Rahg reached for the horn on Marchall's saddle, Rhaven put a halt to him. "You walk, lad and let one of the other men ride." Rahg seemed stunned at first, but then he felt ashamed that he hadn't offered to share the mount to begin with. But his shame was quickly washed away by Rhaven's next words.
"We will soon be in territory where there will likely be people, perhaps bandits. With the hills and trees to offer cover, an ambush could await. No group of bandits would likely attack a group as large as ours, but considering we have only four horses bandits might attack us with arrows in an attempt to get our mounts. If they do that they'll shoot for those of us mounted first. They won't waste an arrow on a young lad walking in the middle of a crowd."
Rhaven looked to the captain. "Captai
