The shrubs were dense enough to hide five grown men if those men stayed still and kept their voices low. The darkness helped, the leaves turning them into uneven shadows under a thin wash of moonlight.
They weren't doing the second part very well.
"That's a lot of goats," one of them whispered, leaning just far enough forward to see past the leaves at the dim shapes moving along the road.
"That's a lot of knights," another whispered back immediately.
There was a pause.
"Goats are easier to count," the first one said.
"You're an idiot."
"I'm not an idiot, I'm observant."
"You're about to observe us getting killed."
"Will both of you shut up?" the third one hissed, crouched slightly ahead of the others with a better view of the road. He didn't turn his head when he spoke. "You whisper less when you're not arguing."
The first one leaned back slightly. "I'm just saying, that's enough meat to last us a month."
"And I'm saying there's over a hundred armed men walking with it."
