<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"All the more reason he should be offered to the town if they are the welcoming sort," </span>Cromwell said, crossing his arms as she turned from him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "A smart horse does a town good, whether or not it obeys them."</span>Cromwell shifted impatiently on his feet as Ashryn took entirely too much time for such a simple task. There was a difference between tying a horse, making sure it will behave, and coddling the beast as if it were a cat. The moment she turned to him, Cromwell was ready to take off. But once again, he was stalled by Ashryn. He was already unsure if this was such a good idea, but he was not going to deal with dead weight and a potential trail for bounty hunters to follow.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "And a chance is all it is,"</span>Cromwell said, turning and beginning to head off back into the woods.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"And if you continue after you miss your chance, none will mind if assassination is added to our lists."</span><br/><br/>Cromwell followed the same path back the way they came until the road came into sight through the trees. Cromwell immediately stopped and turned at this sight, choosing to stay off of the road this time. His bow slid off of his back and an arrow made it's way into his hands. Though he stayed within the trees, the road was still in sight. Plus, if some fresh venison could be found, it would make this trip the pair of them were taking doubly beneficial. Occasionally, his gaze would move towards a slight rustle in the bushes deeper within the trees. It was a good sign, and one he would follow up on when they returned. But he did not go chasing game just yet. He was simply seeing if any passed nearby as they traveled.