"Well, if I said I wasn't going to use you as bait, I'd be lying," Decebal admitted. "But I think we've seen what trying to get away on your own gets you, no offense. I'm not here as your enemy, let me just set that firmly. Once Lorian is taken care of, you're...well, I guess we'll get to that bridge when we cross it."
He mounted the horse, soothing it's side before pulling Gwen up behind him. The animal relaxed when he realized no danger would come to him.
"Easy boy."
The horse shivered but relaxed and turned his head to look at Gwen.
"We're headed deeper into the Highlands. There's a sacred ground in the moors, if we can get there. Lorian won't be as powerful if we're there."