Masalee does her best to direct the horse, and manages not to kill them, but just barely. Cert, having had enough, says "Just let me hold the reigns. I promise I'll go where you tell me and I won't try anything because you'll both be right behind me, but seriously. I'd rather not die because of your inability to ride a horse."
Reluctantly, Masalee rearranges Cert.
The ride went smoother after the watch member took the reigbe though no less crampt. Willow realises that she still didn't know the name of the watch member, so as most people do when they want to know something, she asked for it. "Whats your name?"
"Cert", Cert said.
"Oh yeah!" Masalee chimed in. "Aren't you some sort of detective or something?"
"Essentially," Cert replied.
"So why'd they send you after us?"
"A lot of people were busy in the clean up of that necromancer's doings, and I was bored. Although the longer I spend here the more it seems like something's off, like something needs investigating."
"Yeah, probably. I don't think you'll believe me, but for what it's worth, I don't think either of us are the criminals that you're making us out to be."
"I believe that you believe yourself. But then, everyone likes to make themselves out to be the hero."
From far away, Nathaniel hears a whisper in his ear, a whisper unaccompanied by a source: "Hello. I am Lark, and it seems we may be able to strike up a mutually beneficial deal. See, those who we both seek revenge from are travelling companions, and while I in no way doubt your capabilities, we certainly will find revenge faster working together than not. If you are interested, you can find me nearby. If not, kindly ignore this." The voice goes silent.
Willow listens in silence as the people she had only just met, one that day and the other two days ago, and remembers to when she had no clue that this would happen. In that tavern, not knowing that the next person to walk in would be someone she would travel with two days later.
Nathaniel knew that, with Willow traveling with two others who seemed equipped at fight, he didn't stand a chance so he went to find the strange, seeminly disembodied, voice who would be 'nearby'. But with no real limit of what near by could be her selected to just walk around a bit, debating weather to shout 'Lark' at the top of his voice but decided against it. Instead he took it slow and quietly, trying to hear where this Lark would be.
Lana softly giggled as she saw Nathaniel bumble around confused, clearly looking for her. She let him flounder, but after a moment subtly walked in step with him.
Nathaniel notices another person in step with him and feals quiet chuffed with himself that he's able to find someone with such indescriptive instructions, though she was the one who'd found him his pride would never let him emit that.
"So, you want revenge on one of the others I assume," Nathaniel says after a few seconds.
"Oh, absolutely. And I won't ask about you or why you want the same, so long as we can both trust that the other is dedicated to this cause?"
Nathaniel shrugs, "I've got nothing to loose," he gives her a side grin, "you can count on me."
"Perfect. Now, I've given my target a magical item which will not let her leave the country. Don't worry about them getting away. With that in mind, how would you plan an attack?
Masalee looks up at the darkening sky. "Hey, we should probably set up camp soon."
"I would plan an attack by watching the target until I can strike, I must emit though when I did see her in the town I got a little ahead of myself. How do you propose we do this?" Nathaniel asks.
Willow nods, "we should also sleep in intervals, we dont want him escaping or killing us in our sleep."
"Okay. I can take the first watch if you want."
"Hmm." Lana smiled to herself, a little secretively. "I'd rather take my time playing with her first. I do have a few plans I want to try out. Don't worry; we'll get our chance sooner or later."
"Sure," Willow says. They pull up into a small clearing, and she dismounts. Willow walks around to the front of the horse and ties it to a tree with some of the rope, then makes Max lie near in case the horse attacks. Putting down her bag, she begins to get ready for bed, "Thanks," she said after remembering her manners.
"That sounds perfect," Nathaniel smiled, this was finally happening and he could not be more ready.