<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0c/27/7d/0c277d925f71c3f1bc2da87109dbccf8.jpg)</div>Further talk of heroes made him uncomfortably silent, but thankfully, he got to ride ahead of the group, which meant no confrontation; he could just forget about it, and things could be left alone.<br/><br/>After he had fed and watered his horse, he would go and grab one of his trail rations, and settle down to munch on it cold; dried fruits and nuts, and some strips of salted, smoked meat were washed down with some pure water from his waterskin. He opted out of the fresh fruit for his own reasons. "I'd say four shifts? If we rest eight hours, that's easily divided into four two hour shifts.  If we're going to rest ten, then we should do five shifts. I'm willing to take first shift, either way."<br/><br/>"Either way, though, we do need to keep in mind that if we're going to spring a trap, we need to have something besides an empty cart and a riding horse. Perhaps we could all load our backpacks into it? For the most part, it seems like our packs just contain rations, rope and the like; not things we really need in the middle of battle. But throwing them into the cart will make us look like a worthwhile target to the bandits. It'll end up looking like a lot of supplies only guarded by a few men; easy pickings for a gang of cutthroats. That, and we might fill some of the bags Ares' brought along with some rocks, to give them bulk."