ETAN
As they reached the front of the line into the city and nudged the horses under the Gateway arch through the wall, Etan's nerves spiked. There was little room to move here, the arch only big enough for three or four horses across—and two lines of guards watching the people file through, stopping merchants to check trade items, and no doubt watching for fugitives as well.
They had all dressed in their plainest clothes that day, and although they would be recognized as those of noble birth, Etan prayed their gear was just dirty enough to imply noble families with little money.
The guards sitting on horses were sharp-eyed and scanning the crowds, while those on their feet kept hold of weapons and questioned any the others called answer for their travels.
