I glare at Craig and drop off my horse, "Too bad it's not night," I grumble. I nod in agreement though and drop on my knees, crawling slowly through the grass. It's only four or five men. But they're heavily guarded with maces and steel armor. A twig snaps beneath me, and the patrolmen stop dead in their tracks.<br/><br/><strong>"Hear that?"</strong>one whispers.<br/>Another man shoves him,<strong>"Quiet you big bloke, we're in the middle of nowhere, there aint gon be shit for miles,"</strong><br/><br/>I sigh in relief as they keep moving slowly, but on high alert for any run-aways. I look over at Craig who I see standing by the horses still. I get his attention and signal that I'm readyily behind the patrol.