Horace rode down the long path that Cassius told him Albus would come from. With Halfdan at his side, the two had annoyed expressions. "It will be nearly impossible to stage an accident, even if it is snowing."
"We have orders. Stop complaining." Despite his command, it was a hard task for Horace. They had been riding for a few hours and had only come across plains or small forests. For another half hour, they rode. The cold was horrid, yet Halfdan didn't care, having come from a land colder. Hoprace pulled his clothing tighter but didn't let it show he was being affected.
In silence, the two looked around, trying to find someplace that could be used as a staging ground. After half an hour, it felt like their prayers were answered by a tall bridge cutting across a wide river. Halfdan and Horace got off their horses and looked around.
