The days rolled by slowly for Maleki, but for others in the caravan, it was a whirlwind of activity. Barnstorm never intended to stop by this town, and thus he was not expecting the amount of business that he received. While Maleki healed, Barnstorm grew in wealth exponentially. Much of his stock was bought up from the people in the town and before long, even some of the wagons were bought as well. There was just too much demand in this little town. With the excess in money that he managed to make, Barnstorm chose it was time for him to downsize. The pay for the rest of the trip and a bit extra for untimely removal was what he was used to paying whenever he dropped someone due to lack of need. The young man who had survived the attack mostly unscathed was given his share, but that was where Barnstorm paused.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“Hey boy, you’ve been hanging around Maleki and Lexie, ye?” </span></i>the caravan master asked, sizing up Tommen. Without even waiting for a response, Barnstorm put another bag -a bit larger, as expected for the injured- and a bottle into the boy’s arms.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> “Go give that to Maleki and tell Lexie we’re leaving tomorrow mornin’.”</span></i><br/><br/>Tommen was midway through looking at all the shiny coins he could split into his savings when the larger bag for Maleki came into his arms. He was not ready for the extra load and began to struggle alone with keeping everything in his hands.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"><i>“Yes sir. Thank you for the pay,”</i></span>Tommen said, more focused on keeping the bottle from hitting the ground. The trip to the tent that Maleki and Aleksandra had been using due to the injuries was an interesting one, as Tommen fumbled and dropped both bags repeatedly, but the dexterous fingers of an archer would not allow the bottle to actually hit the ground when it slipped from his grip. Finally, the commotion of his arrival could be heard before the tent flap opened without any sort of warning.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"><i>“Hey, Mr. Maleki, we got cut loose,”</i></span>Tommen said.<br/><br/>Maleki was in mid-dress, his pants having been on since he got into the tent a couple of days ago. It was his shirt that he was putting on. It was not the same shirt that he was wearing. He hadn’t seen that fur lined shirt since he was shot, and was lamenting the loss of the rather expensive and difficult to come by warg fur that lined it. So instead, a shirt had been pulled from his pack, similar in style but of course without the fur. The shirt was slowly pulled down the arms and over the head, slowing to an almost standstill as the fabric moved over bandages, scars, and a toned but not overly muscular or lean form. The flexing and relaxation of his muscles as he learned what way to lower the shirt without too much pain made them all dance together in a rather interesting and accidental display. Maleki’s shaggy but smooth hair and head poked free with a final tug, his eyes moving not to Tommen, but the pouch of money in his hand.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“Yeah? Well shit,”</span>Maleki said, a slight bit of satisfaction on his face as he moved towards his share.<br/><br/><br/>Tommen looked over to Aleksandra as Maleki plucked the bigger coin purse from Tommen’s arms without even asking which was which.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"><i>“Ms. Alex, Mr. Barnstorm said that you all are leaving tomorrow mor-”</i></span>Tommen cut himself off as the bottle slipped once more, caught by him almost immediately and handed to Maleki as well.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"><i>“Tomorrow morning ma’am.” </i></span>Maleki took the bottle from Tommen and checked the simple handwritten label on the bottle and smirked.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“You ready to try this out?” </span>Maleki asked Tommen, interrupting their conversation.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“Seems Barnstorm pulled from his own stash.”</span>