<div class="floatright">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/a2f9ee9f69862b4347b81042d23f8c7c/tumblr_nmi4a72NCd1qgd7rdo1_1280.png)</div>For most of the trek through the dark woods she had kept pace with Ran Fletcher, old Moran's girl, but had consistently found something to look at off her own side of the path. She was amicable speaking to Ran, but avoided looking. "Range, march, point- it sounds as though you've taken some lessons on war, Ms. Fletcher. You're awfully young to be involved in such a thing." When the way ahead posed difficult climbs for a woman with a wounded hip, she offered her hand and paid close attention to Ran's footing on the crumbly forest soil. Finally, she could take it no longer. She unclasped her fur cloak and draped it round Moran's daughter whether she seemed to want it or not. "The forest gets colder as the night presses on."<br/><br/>The site of a fellow watchman once they reached Melford's haphazard slump over the hillside was a welcome one. "I didn't expect to be back until morning. The goblins attacked these people on the road." It was crucial to observe how they reacted to the watchman. They were confident, uncowed by authority. Righteous. Explaining themselves, as though a mutual understanding were all that prevented a member of the guard from seeing everything their way. It had not escaped her notice that they were each armed and some humming words of magic. "They seem to be heroes, like Sreeja." She nodded in ready agreement to meet with the captain in the morning.<br/><br/>There was no need to point out when they reached the King's Head. It was just as swollen as its namesake.<br/><br/>Four rooms. Eight people, by her count. "I'll share the forward room." The sergeant did not wait to discuss who she might be rooming with. The road was harder on her than it seemed to be on Brannock. Armor chimed behind the half-open door to her room as she unburdened herself piece by piece. She reached to unfasten her cloak, finding it not there. Oh- that's right- she had loaned it to that wildling. Dza stood there staring at a plate of armor for a moment, and then sorted everything uselessly into a tidy corner. The mystery of what the captain had to share with her would wait until morning.