He settled on the ridge, and brought out the PDA, using the camera function to get a zoomed in view, trying to see what was making Meridia jumpy about the camp. It took nearly a quarter an hour, before he finally understood why his hindbrain was screaming at him, and he paled, before slowly withdrawing. He had been teasing Meridia about the two sides being out to get them, but it was the solidness of the camp set up, the fact they were organized enough to have sentries, regularly relieved, and the fact that the horses looked like cavalry quality, that made him believe it was an actual threat now. He slipped back into the forest, and leaned against a tree, considering his options, before nodding to himself. The diplomats and company would take the carriages to the meeting, rather than walk as he had originally planned, so if they had to run, they would at least have the carriages and horses to help move faster. He would be doing a lot of sudden power casting tomorrow if he was right, but he would endure it, mostly by not having a choice.