The sound of hooves on road clattered as the knight advanced down the road, sitting atop his horse. Across his lap sat a short, hooded figure, one he held against him with his free arm. James spied some sort of auction ahead, not for normal goods, he learned, but for people.
"We're a long ways from home." he commented, steering the horse away.

"The Sun has set, Anya." he said, looking down. "We should find an inn for the night, and let Calvin rest up."