"So, assuming we have four templars, four knights, and three captains, plus myself and Cousin Eleanor," Jocelynn said, shaking off thoughts of infatuated suitors and an escape to life in a convent as she turned back to Sir Elgon to bring the conversation back to their escape plan. "How long would it take to reach Purcell Village in Tibraeth Barony?"
Everyone that Jocelynn had spoken to in Lothian March, from the young ladies of the court she invited over for tea to the workers in the storehouses, said the same thing about traveling the march in the winter. Don't.
