"Indeed," the Councillor replied, while giving his sister a sharp look of warning to not interfere. "As I said, it may just be a rider from Yarfell, who would simply wish to pass by. But if I shout, then there is trouble, and you know what to do." Without another word, he urged the horse forward again towards the approaching rider.
The leaves rustled as something began to move forward...
"There he goes, riding off headlong into trouble again," Kirriam hissed through clenched teeth. Then, looking each of the Shadow Riders in the eye as she spoke, she whispered, "Sorry to disappoint you all. I don't care how much trouble he can get himself into this time, I am not dressing up like a tart to rescue him again!"
