Ever since the appearance of the strange soldier who insisted they were heading into a trap, the atmosphere in the carriage had grown even more tense. Neither Isabell nor Tiernan were able to relax as the carriage carried them farther and farther down the dark, ancient road and the scowls they received from across the carriage didn't help.
"Master Isabell," Sir Hugo finally said when he could no longer bear the pressure. "Don't you think it's time that you tell us where we're going?" Owain's steward asked as he glanced at Sir Rain. The burly knight might not have said anything, but the displeasure radiating off his stiff posture and the occasional cracking of his knuckles made it clear that the man was on the edge of turning violent.
