<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Ragnar cursed under his breath as Finny called for him. He placed the wooden crate full of supplies on the ground before jogging over, resting his hands on his hips, catching his breath briefly. His faced harden when he slowly began to realize what he was called over for. <span style="font-style: italic">Damn, I forgot about Briarwood...</span> He thought, nodding understandingly a few times as Finny talked.  He emitted a sigh of relief once they learned no one's pay would be cut and Finny departed. He turned to Vesper with a warmhearted smile. "Thanks, Vesper, I owe you one."</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Brynn immediately disappeared once Finny was finished, before any of the group could notice her absence. She muttered a few curses from her homeland as she walked towards the outer rim of the camp for a moment to clear her head, leaning back against a tree for several minutes as she waited for the last few preparations were being made before the caravan could head out.</span></div>