Mathias was busy brushing Rock's gray coat. He smirked at the comment about the prince's habit. It was so true. He was surprised that they hadn't had to pull him out of the houses of any angry fathers. Mathias finished brushing his horse and placed the saddle back on. He would walk him to the ferry anyway. Let the big guy rest.<br/>"He's right Squeak if you keep worrying like that you're going to look worse than me." he smirked again at that remark. "Anyway the crowd looks like the usual yokels. Still might be someone, do you think we're being followed?" he said quietly.