[Ren waits for the rest of his party to join him, eyes cast up toward the sun to gauge the hour. They couldn't stay here, but it would be dusk soon. They would need to make camp further in the wood.

He holds out his hand to his side, and the larger knight places the rope in it. It is clear his cavalry is a bit confused -- any one of them could have lead her on the path. In fact, they seem to be put off that he'd denied them.

But the information she carries is most important to him. He would not risk one of them doing something stupid and risking it now.]

Ser Moroes. [A smaller knight rode to the front.] Ride ahead. Return word that we will be delayed.

[A salute was passed before Ser Moroes rode off. They hadn't brought any ravens -- it was meant to be a short jaunt, with no faith behind it. He is sure some of his men still don't understand the importance of their cargo.

He turned his head in Rey's direction.]

Your surrender meant that my men did not have to break your hands or legs after they retrieved you. Consider that your reward.