August had suddenly kicked the horse forward, and a surprised gasp emitted from Sam's lips. She felt her arms wrap tighter around him, clinging to him more firmly to keep herself from slipping off and falling to the ground. It was a stupid though, probably, but she thought it looked like a long way down. "What's going on?" she asked, peering over his shoulder to see the house and barn at the end of the path ahead. She remembered how the dwarves had been originally leading them towards a horse farm, ad she wondered if that could be it. From the way August seemed to be hurrying to the prince she guessed that it was.

Liam looked over as he heard the sound of a horse fast approaching and saw the Marshal slide up between him and Raquelle. Samantha was sitting behind him, her arms wrapped firmly around his waist. The prince listened to the Marshal's comments and frowned a bit. He didn't like the thought that all of the people of Verinia were enemies or couldn't be trusted, not when it was likely the the people behind this were not acting in the name of the kingdom, but independently. But his points about how it would look for another kingdom's regiment to approach a far, a home, at night... If it had been an inn it would have been different.

"You're right, as usual Marshal," Liam said agreeably, bringing the company to a halt. "I'm sorry, Raquelle. But I'm going to trust the Marshal about this. If this was an inn we may have been able to find shelter here. But at a farm... We can't appear hostile, nor can I ask the family who lives here to provide for us. We will camp, as originally planned." The guards looked slightly crestfallen at the lack of a proper meal, but they were prepared to camp if necessary and were agreeable. 

"I saw a clearing a little further along the main road," Will said, and at Liam's nod of approval he led the men who were carrying the camping supplies and set off back towards the King's Road to set up their camp. 

The prince busied himself with getting the party turned back around and trotting off away from the farm. "Raquelle," he began, almost hesitant to ask the question. "Would you mind if Samantha shared your tent? I can't just make her sleep in the tents with the guards."