"You might be right about that," Merc murmured back, following the riders with his eyes until they disappeared from his peripheral vision. He raised his voice only a hair, even after they were out of earshot. "Jhoran is a bastard, but he's not stupid. He wouldn't tell us anything that would get us to back out of a job."<br/><br/>It was odd, the amount of riders patrolling around, especially since they weren't even on the main road.<span style="font-style: italic">They couldn't be waiting for us, could they?</span>Mercutio tightened his grip on his reins, kicking his palfrey lightly in the sides to speed her up to a solid trot. "And as for our coin, we'll definitely grab what we can carry. And we can whore her out along the way if need be. No one out of the shire is going to know her face enough to know."<br/><br/>Merc let a few moments slip by before he started talking again. "So what do you think Jhoran isn't telling us? Has she got four arms? Three tits?" He wanted to think it was that. What he<span style="font-style: italic">didn't</span>want to happen, is for the lady's guard to have been tipped off; to not have to kill Jhoran for knowingly sending them into a waiting death trap.