Cedar glowered. He found he did not like this man upstairs, whoever he was.

('The prince's convoy', and 'in trouble' my soggy furry ass!) He raged inwardly. He knew well enough that the prince had been ABDUCTED, and further, that the abductors had been murderers and shysters. They had MURDERED Reinhold's friend, and the old hunter had not slept in DAYS from tracking their sorry bitch asses here.

Whoever that sweet talking asshole upstairs was, he had given himself away.

He pointed furtively in the direction the draft was coming from to the prince, and moved as silently and with purpose as he could.

That buttery son of a bitch would NOT worm his way into running off the prince, even if it killed him.