When the voices came, he knew for certain there was no echo. Goldie snorted and pawed at the ground again, despite Yulin's comforting pats. "Now, now Goldie, ye shouldn't be so afraid o' people. Ye've been with them yer entire life," he said to the horse. When she snorted again, he frowned. "I think ye're just ignorin' me now." The roads should be quiet this time of night, there shouldn't be a soul on them. Minus his own of course.<br/><br/>Then things quieted. There was no sound from whatever was on the road and the voices had disappeared. He could just go back to sleep under the tree, pretend nothing ever happened. Or he could let curiosity get the better of him and check it out. "What should we do, Goldie? Should we go an' investigate?" He rubbed the horses head before leading her back onto the road. His only regret was not having any torches with him.<br/><br/>Yulin had to tug at her reins to get her to move, but eventually she gave up and just followed him. He looked down the road and into the woods to either side, trying to find the source of the noises. Had Goldie not bolted her head up with her ears perked to one side of the road, he never would've noticed the dark shapes moving between the trees and the large cart they moved around. Well, that explained that, but what the hell were they doing all the way back there?