<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"I have to go get our things, but if you want to know what we're doing, find a fellow name Magnus. I think he's over there somewhere. Young lad."</span><br/><br/>"Magnus... Thank you very much." Said Blake, his tone light-hearted for someone who had been out and about for a whole week with a rare stop here and there... Presumably, one would be expected to be very exhausted. Hoping to find a room with a bed softer than its pillows, enough to eat and soon pass out for a day or two. Shockingly, this group's work seemed more interesting at the moment. And some company like that woman's would be more entertaining than his lonesome. Yes, in the mind of this mercenary... company, be it Teryn or otherwise was <span style="font-style: italic">more</span> important than trying to make some cash.<br/><br/>Following the direction the other woman pointed him in, he turned to spot them out, a subtle smile pulled upon the corner of his lips. Casually walking to the young man and his family's side, <span style="color: #0040FF">"I apologize for my little pratfall earlier... But I had heard you guys were planning something. I'd like to help you out."</span></span>