As the morning light bathed the surroundings, Reezhel, and Travis, rode at the front. Silas sat on a horse behind a guard and clutched his waist tightly, kicking the horse forward and backwards and causing it to sway. "Why is this horse wobbling like it's drunk?" He shouted at the guard. "Ride properly, you dumb idiot."
"Y-Yes, my lord," The guard trembled.
"Be glad it's still swaying. If you keep kicking, that horse will toss you off in no time." Reezhel remarked. The guards and soldiers burst into laughter.
"You!" Silas narrowed his eyes and directed his scowl towards Naimishi, who sat atop the horse, talking with Alora. "Hey, Naimishi, did you orchestrate a plan with Reezhel assigning this sick horse to me? A crafty scheme to see me fall from this horse so you can crown your brother?"