Sparhawk gestured behind him, in the general direction of his shaggy animal. "I have my horse--He follows me around even I tell him not to. Rebellious beast. Even if I couldn't get two more for you, Mira would no doubt try to steal some." He shrugged. "I'm sure my Lord can spare a few horses. He only has a dozen or so." His tone had waxed sarcastic, as it often did.

"We can meet up at the tavern--over by main gate, called the Grand Vale. It won't be busy when we get there. I'll bring some horses for you both and some supplies. Just try to stay out of trouble at least until we leave the city, huh? Because I won't have to arrest you [i]outside[/i] the city walls. So let's try to avoid that. I don't exactly enjoy throwing old friends in prison."