Nathan took a moment to sip his coffee and brandy, while considering Vixaria's situation.<br/><br/>"I can't speak for Abia, since like you, I'm just a traveler passing through town.  Your best hope is that your pursuers have taken cover just like you.  The longer the rain continues to pour down, the more of your tracks that will be washed away.  Soon enough, they won't have a trail to follow.  And since your horse is no longer tied up out front, your pursuers have no reason to assume you've stopped to rest.  If they do a house to house search for you in this town, they run the risk that, if you haven't stopped to rest, you'll get too far ahead of them for them to catch you.  But where were you hoping to flee to?"