Joan growled after him, spurring her horse into a full-on gallop. This wasn't unlike either of them- trying to sneakily gain an advantage on the other. They were equally matched in nearly everything. She had just spent more time in the royal guard, and had gained her title fair and square.  She drew even with him, bent low over the front of her horse. "Stay with the trail!" She managed, pulling ahead of him by an inch or two. She didn't mean the trail they'd been riding on. She meant the trail they'd been following.<br/><br/>Suddenly, though, the wagon marks had veered off of the road. "Woah!" She turned her horse, following them and basically forgetting about the race. Her horse stopped, though, right at the edge of a thick forest. She sat back and looked up at the imposing trees. "Well, would ya look at that. Looks like they're tryin'a be discreet, Luk."<br/><br/>She dismounted and looked around. The wagon had gotten in somewhere. Surely there would be room for their horses.<br/><br/>Then she saw it. Hidden under a few branches was the wagon. The slavers had clearly taken their captives in on foot. "Damn."