Derrix looked over at Charroux, and the horse looked back, both their eyes seemed weary, but not of exhaustion. With a shrug Derrix climbed onto the horse and leaned forward on the saddle as they followed the wagon, trailing slightly behind.

	Derrix's marred lips quietly mouthed words as he leaned forward, the ears of the horse twitching from the wisp of his breath escaping the words. A soft whinny shook the horses head and Derrix fell back into his seat, a small smile on his face.