Solomon patted Rose on the back. "You're right. We'll have to fight eventually. When we do, though, it will be on our own terms I hope. By then, we would have laughed at them enough to make them seem like nothing compared to us. Also, I could probably take on at least one of them, oh ye of little faith. With the hand tied behind his back, at least."

Rose giggled a little. "I like your confidence. With you leading the way, I think we could take on anyone." She pulled back a hair behind her ear and smiled at him.

"I sersly h- I'm -fitting th- cnvers," Solomon mumbled.
She glanced back. "Pardon?" [i]I seriously hope I'm fitting this conversion? That doesn't sound right.[/i]
Just then, Princess Amalthea loudly yawned and stretched her arms. Rose hurried to put a finger to the girl's lips, but the Princess decided to take it as an insult. [b]"What the heck, Rose? What, am I already making too much noise for you?"[/b]
Panicking, Rose shoved a hand over her mouth and fought to silence her. "Hush!" she hissed. "Enemy scouts are looking for us! You'll give us away!" She glanced back. It was too late; the scouts had heard the nose and started coming their way. Rose growled and palmed her dagger.

"Looks like we'll have to run. Solomon, get us out of here."