After the commotion from the morning, the rest of the day went on with out a problem. The party stopped briefly during midday for a rest, and a meal. While the large group ate, Merlin sulked into his canteen. Vesper sighed, patting his head some. After the fiasco from earlier, Briarwood insisted that Merlin be his<span style="font-style: italic">personal</span>guard. It was really just an excuse for the man to boss him around<br/><br/>"I told you not to over do it with the spell, you know. It's not my fault you did, and the lord can't be that bad to wait on,"Merlin turned his sour face to her and huffed."He's horrible. He had me polishing his boots, Vesper...I'm not a bloody servant,"he growled.