River and Queen

It wasn't hard to find the trail of the lizard riders. Adapted as they were for the sandy dunes, their lizard's footprints were painfully obvious in the loosely wooded thickets of western Whitehill.

And... there was at least one set of horseshoes among them.

That also meant, more than likely, at least one lance.

Hey!

<Ahem. Friends, what are you doing in those bushes up there?>

<We're preparing to ambush the next patrol through here.> Black Leg said.

<With what traps?> I asked. <Did one of you even lay a tripline?>

<Those can be seen, or scented.> Achmed said. <The ambush is best done like this.>

<Have you done this before on mounted troops?> I asked.

<How much different could it possibly be?> Black Leg responded.

I sighed. <Okay, we can try it that way.> I said. <Wait. Are the little ones doing same thing over there?>

<Yes. >

<Looks like.>

<They learn quick.>