It had taken a week, and a full pursuit of the bumbling idiot of a Shakou prince and his evidently far more capable bodyguard, but they were close now.  Forgoing camping, it was easy enough to get ahead of the whoreson that had taken Daphne.  The only difficulty was in retrieving her without putting her in danger.  Sadly, as they'd crossed the border between Shakou and Krytoni territory, it was going to force her hand. There'd been no opportunity, and they'd already glimpsed at least one outrider who had gotten too close for comfort.<br/><br/>The sand was coarse, and at this point in the day, scorching.  Her palms and a good bit of her backside was burned raw from exposure, but it had been necessary to lay in wait.  Knowing that the milk-fed whelp would simply take the direct route back to his palace, Edgar had devised an ideal site for an ambush, and they'd proceeded to bury themselves midway in the sands. A crude and dishonorable tactic, but so had been the abduction of her confidant in the first place.<br/><br/>Through a mouth gritty and dry from the desert sands she whispered quietly to her companion who, truth be told, was much closer than any blood sibling could ever have hoped to have been.<br/><br/>They've stopped to talk. On three, try to spear that worthless pig's horse. I'll go for a shot on the bodyguard's animal. The confusion should be enough to grab Daphne and be clear of the mess. Clear? She turned her opal eye's towards the massive man that lay buried beside her, who lay even more quietly than she herself did.  Stealth had never been her strong suit.