By the time Stephanie had loaded a crossbow, a powerful weapon that even the common militia could use well enough after a few days practice, her wagon had been jumped by a woman claiming to be a princess, an old man who seemed to have passed out, a young boy, and a man not much older than herself who the woman called Silver Fox. It was all so surreal, but given her profile of the king, the situation was sadly within the parameters of anticipation.

"Can't you nobles stop killing each other for one freaking day so I can make a living?" Stephanie spat, clambering back into the driver's seat and grabbing the reins, "I was counting on this deal! Stifling my business transaction, commandeering my wagon, and from the sounds of it you want me to risk my life to harbor a group of well-known fugitives. The freaking Silver Fox, you, and magic guy over here who I assume is famous in some way based on the power of the spell he just cast."

Then again, the communications were likely going fast. The other side had manpower, horses, and dogs more than likely. If she didn't allow them to use her wagon, it was almost a certainty that they would be caught. And this was a money-making opportunity. She cracked the reins, not stopping to see if the Dullahan was dead or not, and headed towards the city.

"You're asking me to risk my life, princess, and I don't even live in this kingdom. The term 'reimburse' doesn't even cut it. I'm expecting a payday so big that I can live the rest of my life like nobility. And you. Peasant boy," she said, glaring at the kid in the back of her cart, "mind your own business. Think I'd help some no-name in the same circumstance? If I hadn't gotten a name, I'd have been out of here. Remember that. And for God's sake, get yourselves under those blankets. We'll reach a checkpoint before we reach the city. I can talk my way out of just about anything besides actual fugitives in my wagon. And if they find you? I didn't know you were there."