The Falcons number a baker's dozen in all, but their formation is loose and sloppy, with one on horseback and the other twelve in two loose groups of six....or perhaps three groups of four, given one party just ahead, one behind, and one clustering around the manacled prisoner.  He, for one, is like to be no trouble for them at all in his current state.<br/><br/>And as luck would have it, there's a fair place for an ambuscade not too far ahead.  The urban planning in the City of Seven Sours is haphazard at best, and this particular side street makes a sharp jag around an urban estate whose owner was too stubborn and too rich to be forced out of the way of anything so crass as the greater good of the Falcons.  While it is not a great deal of room, it is enough...and for the brief span, the patrol will be out of sight of any watching from the Tower.<br/><br/>Assuming, that is, that our heroes dare to test their fortune in such violent fashion!