They made their way deeper into the woods slowly, Glaran occassionally backtracking to erase their tracks and scout for any signs of pursuit. The knot he used at those times to tie the princess' rope to a nearby tree seemed easy enough but despite trying he was unable to untie it or slip out of the nosse before he returned. She was sure he knew of her attempts, but he gave no sign of it, simply ordering her on again.<br/><br/>Finally the assassin was confident that no one would follow them this night. Slow moving clouds blocking out most of the moonlight it was difficult to see at best, and more than once his arm shot forward to keep Elizabeth from tripping. "This way," he said in a low voice, taking the princess' arm and leading her through the foliage. After a few minutes they emerged at a small clearing that would have been idyllic in any other circumstance. The moon decided to show herself at that time, bathing the clearing in a silvery light. A small pond lay nestled inbetween some rocks, fed by a tiny waterfall that send whispers of  spray into the cold air. The scent of lavender filled her nostrils and the grass was a soft carpet beneath her feet.<br/><br/>It was also a formidable location to hide. The woods were dense all around save for where they had passed through, and the rocks were but the base of a steep natural cliff. If Liz had had any notion of Glaran having a romantic streak, this realization soon vanished.<br/><br/>"We'll camp here," the assassin said gruffly, kneeling at the pond to drink a handful of water. He then looked at Elizabeth for a long time, his face unreadable. Finally he loosened his cloak and offered it to the girl to cover the nightrobe she was wearing. "Cover yourself. I'll not have you die of cold."