Zato hear a small crash from his seat as a barrel fell. He shifted across the wagon, and felt it. Strangely, the lid stayed secure. He sifted it upright. Judging from the mass inside shifting, it felt like one large object, rather than a multitude of small ones, or even a powder such as flower. Strange indeed......<br/>Though, without much to do besides sit and drink, Zato was already a little drunk. He dismissed it, and sat back down, taking another sip from one of his jugs he brought.