Roan shrugged, “Well, you’ve got a horse there. If I had one and I was being followed, it’d have been simple. Send the horse walking down one way and go the other myself, covering my tracks as I went.” Stepping out onto the road, he shrugged, “But if it’s just one brigand, well, what’s the worst he could do?” Roan’s words made him sound sure of himself, but he doubted he could go up against any kind of adult without the advantage of surprise or the helpful bulk of Glenn. Slipping his hands in his pockets, he made down the path as before, saying, “Well, good luck with your brigand troubles...”