"Feminine Intuition?" The Prince doubled over with laughter at the sound of that. He rarely viewed Brax as a woman - she had larger balls then a lot of men he had met in his short lifetime. "Oh, thats a good one Brax! No need to worry about Assassins, you jokes will kill me first!" He tries to control himself, slowly getting a grip back on his emotions. "Of course we aren't being followed! No one knows we've even left! Well, I imagine the spies have figured that out by now, but they have no idea which direction I went and they'd have no clue I headed North. I think we're as safe as any other Citizen in these parts." He adjusts the saddle and straps on his own horse, deciding no one was around to find that odd.<br/><br/>"At any rate, I'd like to get situated down by the dock, maybe take a look at a few of the fairs. Fake interest of course - though the furs will be much cheaper up here then at home." He shrugs his shoulder, his merriment well under control now. "Spot anything or anyone of interest, Mat?" He asks his scarred-bodyguard.