"Sad, but true. People have been killed for less." Like a broken promise, was the first thought, only--only, how had he known? He let out a breath, his hand coming up to rub at his temples, feeling a slight headache coming on and feeling it dissipate just as quickly as it came.

"From what I've heard, they'll try nonetheless, and for what little you do have." He picked up a piece of bread, and stared at it for a moment, a thought forming in his head. "I've a horse."