Avis laughed good-naturedly at Hildegaard's small joke. "You really don't have to pay me, though," she said quickly. "I want to do this! I mean..." She glanced out of the carriage. "This group has been doing a lot of terrible things to hurt people. I'm not looking to profit off of stopping them. That's just doing the right thing." She shrugged awkwardly, suddenly self conscious about the little monologue. "I mean, that's just how I feel about it. Kinda long winded!" Avis leaned back to her seat, listening to Magnus. Idly, she wondered what song he was playing. Traditional songs seemed to crop up everywhere, with different titles for the same melody. It was jarring to hear a song you grew up hearing sung with different words.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>At Tarkus' remark, Vasma raised an eyebrow. "And wood up in the mountains is more durable than down here?" She glanced at the huge cat beast. "I'll pass on that. I'm not that desperate for a ride." Vasma liked the creature fine, and she didn't think she couldn't ride it, but something about riding a cat seemed.... Off to her. If she had to, she'd do it, but for now, walking was just fine. Didn't want to get soft in her old age.