Larteis hugged Bellant around his neck after Magnus made his swift exit. "I'm sorry, Bellant," he said. "It's just for a little while. Thank you for doing this."<br/><br/>"It's fine, it's fine," Bellant grumbled back. "Just don't tell anyone about this and I can let it go. Now get going." He shook his head as Larteis ran off to board the wagon, and as the cart filled, Bellant began to move.<br/><br/>As the cart shuddered along, Larteis watched Atisha stride along the cart. She reminded him of his sister, in a way- she was so serious and capable. "What are you doing?" He asked her. He had chosen to sit at the back, feet dangling off the edge of the cart, making it easier to carry on a conversation.<br/><br/>"Thanks," Avis said, taking Sigurd's hand as she climbed in. She plopped down on a seat near the family. "I'm a mercenary," she said, placing her ankle on her knee. "I get paid to guard caravans and stuff. Sorta Iike this, actually." She grinned at Hildegaard. "Free of charge this time, of course."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Vasma nodded at Tarkus' suggestion, mentally planning a route. "Well, it's something. A fairly straightforward path." With a snap, she rolled the map up again and hid it away. Without waiting for Tarkus to begin moving, she began walking forward at a brisk pace. She had to move quickly to keep up with the huge man- her steps were barely a quarter of his long strides. It kept her in shape, at least.<br/><br/>"It'll take a while to get there- depends on the conditions of the roads how long, really." She sighed. "We have got to get some method of transportation."