After all was settled, and the group ready, the party took off. The ride was long,and by the time dusk had come, the party were exhausted. Riding on horse back for six and a half hours was not a pleasant experience. Vesper yawned, cracking her back as she lead her mare towards the water. Thank gods they were stopping for the night. She didn't think she could handle any more on saddle. Handing the mare off to another, she made her way towards the slowly growing fire. Nights outside the city were cool, and while they were no where near as cold as the north, it was nice to have the warmth. She sighed, watching the growing embers, and thought.<br/><br/>The whole day Briarwood had been impatient, and jumpy. He looked over his shoulder at shadows, and when asked why, would become defensive. It was rather odd, and with each passing minute she felt her heart flutter more and more in her chest. She needed to speak with Finny. Corrected course, she wound up by the wagon, where a few men were pulling out the gear. Finny stood, watching them work a few feet away.<br/><br/>"Finny?Do you got a moment,"she asked, grabbing onto his elbow. He looked down at her and smiled.<br/><br/>" Sure, Ves. What do you need?" He turned his full attention to her, and uncrossed his arms, the tension that had been there seconds ago was now gone. Vesper felt a smile find its way to her face, happy that Finny was comfortable with her.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry,Finny, but....I think...I think Lord Briarwood is hiding something. He's been acting weird all day, and me, Brynn, and Ragnar all think somethings going on," she gestured towards the two humans in question, and then towards the lords tent. Finny frowned and pulled her as far from the tent as he could."Noticed that too, did you? I told Kerrek that this guy rubbed me wrong, but he vouched for him. Said he was just a paranoid person. I don't know if that's true, but I want you to keep a close eye on him. I already have Merlin warding the camp. If anyone tries to get in, or out he'll know....and don't worry. I won't let anything bad happen to you,"he patted her shoulder and smiled at her softly. Vesper nodded, and returned the smile, before turning and walking away.<br/><br/>Well, it seemed most of them didn't trust this lord Briarwood. Who was he? Where was he from? Vesper asked around the camp, careful in being discreet. No one seemed to have a clue. With a sigh, she made her way to one of the fires, hoping someone there had a clue.<br/><br/>"Hello, gents. I was wondering, have any of you actually heard of Lord Briarwood,"she asked. A snort resounded from the group, and Varn stood, towering over her by nearly a foot. She frowned, backing away when he moved into her space. " Of course the dirty-blood doesn't know of nobility, why do you want to know, huh?"he asked, eyes bearing into her. She frowned, eyes large and wide. It had been so long since she'd been called that. Shock fell away to anger, and she glared at the man."It's a simple yes, or no, Varn. And it's not just me that wants to know! No one has heard of him, have any of you?"she turned to the other three seated by the fire. They all shrugged, not recalling any mention of a Lord Briarwood prior to today. Varn scoffed, at her, and crossed his arms.<br/><br/>"Who cares? He had the money, he paid. Do your job, unless you can't." Varn practically spit in her face. Vesper growled, anger bubbling in the pit of her stomach.