Cromwell did not bother replying to the tagalong little princess. He simply chose to leave from the guiding position he had taken with her while walking to move ahead to his men. The moment he got up to them, he slowed down enough to whistle without the hassle of doing so while controlling his breath. Once he had done so, he sped up back to a jogging pace again to get to the front of the group. As he jogged through his men, he began to speak. What was odd, at least for the princess, was that his words were off, and the sentence itself came across as almost asinine in nature. It wasn't that he was speaking a language that Ashryn did not understand. She would be able to get the gist of every word, even if some of them seemed to be only half said. But all in all, it would be gibberish to Ashryn's ears.<br/><br/>However, at certain points, some of the men would look back at Ashryn, their faces a bit hard to read. Whatever Cromwell was spouting out, his men understood what he was saying as more than just gibberish. But other than the looks that Ashryn was being given, nothing else came of this little interaction, other than Cromwell managed to get ahead of his men and continued to walk onward. The group walked for quite some time, sometimes some simply disappeared off the road, while others seemed to come from no where, keeping the group at roughly the same size at all times. And they walked. And walked. There was no break for a lunch, or even to catch their breath. But there was no complaints from them as they kept marching ahead.<br/><br/>The procession finally slowed in the afternoon. They had slowed at a curve in the road. But they did not stop. However, instead of following the road, their course stayed true, and the group melted into the forest. About ten yards in, Cromwell had slowed to nearly a stop, walking slowly so Ashryn would be able to follow while leading the horse. Once she was in sight and he knew he was clearly within her's, Cromwell began to speed up again, returning to the pace that he had set when she was allowed to actually follow him. The faint remains of some cart used trail came into view after a while, and Cromwell continued onward, before they finally arrived where the rest of Cromwell's men were. There was a small clearing -no more than a small break, in all honesty- leading up to the mouth of a cave. Support beams stood along the entrance, old and worn wood that seemed to have been there for ages. One of the men, upon seeing Cromwell, walked up and spoke.<i>"Got a couple of crawl spaces and foxholes that lead back out. Otherwise, just a lot of dead ends and a central room, bout big enough for all of us."</i><br/><br/>Cromwell nodded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Set up in the cavern. Layered guards along the main entrance path. A couple of people stay about a bend away from those other entrances. They'll be our getaway if need be."</span>He said, pausing for a moment before adding.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "And have em station around the starts of those dead ends. Need to make those redundancies look meaningful.</span>" And with that, Cromwell shrugged off his pack -taking a moment to collect his bow and quiver- before setting it down next to the mouth of the mine. He then turned to Ashryn and pointed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I told you that horse is gonna be used in the next town. Tie it up and you and I are going to see what kind of town we have as neighbors."</span>