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<br/>​</div>By the time morning arrived the morose ceremony from the night before had been forgotten by the happy-go-lucky monk, and Marek awakened as Sybille slapped his leg. Like most Fey and other Sylvan fold the changeling never truly settled into a deep slumber, despite how he looked. It was more of a meditative state. So his eyes opened and he smiled at the elf.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Good morning Sybille! Sleep well?"</span></b>he asked, entirely too chipper for someone this early in the morning. He quickly gathered his things and nodded enthusiastically as she suggested they grab food. It took a lot of fuel to enable to changing abilities, his cells quite dynamic in and of themselves. So after they grabbed some food they met up with Shadow and Elri. Seeing the Ravagers, and now feeling more confident in his relationship with both the Shadowfangs, he did move to pet one.<br/><br/>As Sybille spoke about the route she wanted to take, Marek pulled out the detailed map they had and looked at it, tracing with his finger as she spoke. The trip from Korvosa to Azir was fairly direct, but a very long ways. Along the coast. That would likely be the most treacherous part of the plan, as far as traveling went. But it was a decent route and easy enough to follow. If they felt the need to change it then they could do so as they went along.<br/><br/>Passing the river boundary proved difficult, but soon they were on the way to Skelt and that took several days. Whereas the women seemed to still be a bit stand-offish, Marek was happy and friendly. He'd changed back into his human monk form as they traveled, and tried a variety of tricks to get either of the Ravagers to let him play with them or pet them... and did the same with all three women he traveled with. He never seemed to get discouraged by them, and he and Elri seemed to be the mediators between Shadow and Sybille. They were being polite, but some tension still existed.<br/><br/>Skelt was a chance for them to separate for a bit and relax however, and Marek was all for that. He had to accept Sybille's offer to help pay, but by now that was a given, as he now had very little money. He'd named his horse "Crown", sort of as a joke, but the horse really did shine, and looked<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/03/fc/6303fc315d5b979cb25cbc965f127936.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">golden in color.</a>Marek had made fast friends with the mount, which was a good thing, and as they settled on 'The Good Stone' as a place to bed down for the night, Marek saw Crown to the stables.<br/><br/>When he joined the others in the common room he was smiling, almost mischievously.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"So who's sleeping with who tonight?"</span></b>he asked with a wink as he took a seat.