"Wouldn't dream of it," she said to Alya, excited that her traveling companion was open to the idea of a bit of adventure. 

Still feeling a bit unsteady from being brought back from the brink of death, Edwina was grateful for the leg up onto the large horse. "Please," she said, giving a large warrior a good-natured smile as he helped her up. She settled easily into the saddle and give the warhorse a scratch on the neck as she gathered the reins. Her feet didn't reach the stirrups and she looked tiny upon the draft horse, but despite that seemed comfortable enough. "What's his name?"

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While Straw and Hugh were getting acquainted with the two women, the others had gathered their horses and had dragged the bodies of the highwaymen off the road. "Looks like we're ready..." said the elf. "Should be able to make it to Tarkin's Point by nightfall if we hurry a bit."