"It's Cardon, yeah. Can you take the animals ahead? We'll have to put that one down, it'd be cruel to leave it. I'll be right with you."

As soon as they were out of sight, Cardon knelt down between the lame horse, blade in hand. Putting one hand on its coat to soothe it, he plunged the dagger deep into its neck, sending its heartsblood spurting into the dirt.

As he rose to follow the rest of the group, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection, distorted in pooling crimson. He hurried away, cleaning his blade as he went.

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Doing a coup-de-grace on the horse. As for marching order, Cardon is probably ideally situated near the front. I say we make haste as much as we can, with the animals speeding us up we might still make the town before nightfall.