@elfishmagic
The forests surrounded the small company of guards. Edmund sits atop his horse, in a slow walk as he looks around. He doesn’t recognize the route they have taken, no landscape markers from the trip down to Farington does he see. They are lost, lost in the middle of the forests. Where Bandits and other ruffians tend to hide. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword, ready for anything. Luckily he always wears close of a common man when traveling. Less likely to be robbed that way.
His pale eyes scan the trees, trying to spot any movement that is not a typical animal. The lead guard singing a song softly and the birds tweeting in the trees. All in all, everything seems to be normal. Maybe Edmund is just being paranoid and nothing will happen at all. He starts to relax and no longer sits rigid on his horse. Breathing deeply and closing his eyes for a bit to relax. Maybe he will take a nap while on this long journey back to Feladean.