He stood out by the edge of the woods watching for the men to come, but they never came. It was a relief not to be running, but, even so, he wondered why they hadn't followed them.
'Perhaps, it is providence. God has stricken them with blindness; that or they're planning.'
He caught a glimpse of a rider on a horse with two other men following him, each man riding his own animal, and his eyes turned to Justice beside him.
"This doesn't look good, does it?" Justice remarked.
"They aren't Zephyr's men," Adrien assured him.
"Are you sure?" Justice asked, skeptical.
'He always was careful.'
"Yes," Adrien said again. "Completely."
"Well," Justice replied, "this may be in our favor, then."
"It may be," Adrien replied. "Down, then?"
Justice nodded, and the two men descended the rocky slope of scattered trees with swords drawn.
"Aye!" Adrien said, flagging the first man down.