Bardeck hopped off his horse from the prompting of his companion, keeping his horse steady so as to keep it calm. One neigh and their position would be compromised. He spent a moment patting its snout, before tying it to a tree and hunkering down next to Ferthyr, tucking in his broad shoulders as much as he could. He had to admit the escort of the gold was both smaller than he feared yet larger than he'd hoped for. 

He saw his friend's logic, but Bardeck was nothing if not stubborn. "We didn't follow them to leave it be." He whispered back to him, though he hesitated regardless. He'd need to ponder on any movement when it came to six skilled men. Likely as skilled as Ferthyr was worried about. Briefly, he wondered how much they could do with the element of surprise. Bardeck could perhaps kill two, though most likely it was one kill and a wounding, to then be surrounded by at least 3 men while Ferthyr handled the other 2. 

Perhaps they could take out one each, and then flee. The men would certainly be less apt to continue their travels. Or even better, kill one unsuspectingly somehow. If Bardeck could get behind a tree, he could wait until they just passed him and he'd silently dispatch one. Rinse and repeat before Ferthyr attacked with shock and awe with his magic? He voiced his thoughts to his companion quickly. "What do you think?"