It was likely not the best idea, Fendros realised, to question the Bretons while they were still in such a panic. He looked to one side and licked at the inside of his cheek, considering Malithus' suggestion. The meeting place was not a sensitive one, there would be little risk in taking these two along with them.

Fendros looked sideways at the woman for another moment when he had made a decision. He pointed a finger at her with a stern frown. "If you want to live, you will stay where you are until we tell you otherwise. Don't run, don't raise a fuss, don't step out of line, and you'll go home safe with your pay, along with some extra. Understood?"

There were likely more questions or demands. Fendros ignored them. He instead turned to Sabine, who returned his look with confusion. "Sabine, you sit across from them and keep an eye on them," he said quickly. They were not threats worth binding in rope. Fendros jumped down from the wagon and shouted out. "Let's start moving!"

Sabine pulled herself up and over the wall of the wagon to sit across from the Bretons, just as she was ordered. She remained quiet for the moment to allow them to speak on their own. The curiosity she had was a good distraction from the Imperial's death, however guilty Sabine felt about keeping some innocent wagon driver and her daughter captive.