Magnus could not offer an answer to Avis' quest. The identity of the man was as much a mystery to him as it was to her, or anyone who hadn't just come out of the woods with him. He gave a little shrug before he ended up back on the carriage.<br/><br/>Whilst on the road proper, he listened to Avis and smiled lightly, amused at the joking exchange. Of course, he could never pass up an opportunity to try and make someone feel better. "Hey, I appreciate you. We all do. What you're doing for us, it's incredible. Goddess, I've said this a lot, but thank you." He kept the smile, though he did flinch a bit when Avis struck him. He didn't suspect it was meant to hurt, but she had quite an arm on her. Still, the humorous intent got across, and his smile widened as he rubbed his bicep to ease the stinging feeling in it.<br/><br/>His face dropped at the sight of the enormous wolf behind the caravan, and when Vaarl's voice overtook all other sounds, he swiftly turned to face the giant. Magnus was surprised to see a Jotun this far south, but the novelty was hardly a focus. He couldn't reach for his hammer or his sword, since they were mounted on the carriage, so he was weaponless. As Bellant began to speak and call the newcomer out, Magnus gave a small nod of agreement. A silent "Thank you" was mouthed to Larteis for his efforts in speaking to Vaarl, but when Sheo hopped out of the cart and approached him, Magnus' jaw dropped open.<br/><br/>"For Alesia's sake," He grumbled under his breath, slipping out of the carriage again. Agro, at the sound of Nala's growling, began to grow anxious. Magnus took a place beside the horse's head and slowly pet it, trying to calm him down while Sheo's diplomatic attempts hopefully did the same to Vaarl.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The village the pair approached seemed to be utterly average, if more rural than an Ardonian big city. Logs and stacked stones alike made up the walls of the homes and businesses, and people were hard at work around them. Tarkus' eyes slowly scanned the nearest crowd, a group of Teryn harvesting vegetables from a fairly large garden. Nothing immediately stood out, so he started to stroll forward. The sound of his footsteps and the jingling of his armour drew some attention, which stuck around when most of the people noticed the source of it was a very dangerous-looking and very large man. Tarkus quietly grit his teeth at prying eyes, remaining as casual as he could, simply nodding at passersby in what was a mixture of greeting and hopes that they would quit staring if they saw he wasn't hostile. Discomforting as it was, he could hardly blame them, given the way he looked. Between the black armour, the bear-headed cloak, and the enormous blade, Tarkus didn't exactly look like an average traveler.<br/><br/>"I think it would be better if you talked to them," Tarkus quietly suggested to Vasma, speaking beneath his breath. "They look...Uneasy." He slowly reached up and removed his hood, followed by his helmet, in an attempt to remove at least some of his intimidation factor. A single chain link on the back of said helmet was then hung off a hook on his belt, giving it a place to rest opposite his lantern.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Thankfully for the pair, Kamon's long stride made up for the lack of forceful walking he could manage, and his lack of injuries other than his arm meant he could actually walk just fine. But his arm was in pretty damned bad pain, and every so often, he winced at the movement it was subjected to while he moved. One of his longer arms' fists balled tightly, and he resisted the urge to hold the split wound closed. It would accomplish nothing other than the most temporary relief, and possibly even make it worse after the fact.<br/><br/>As if called by the spirits themselves, Saliiar's appearance and smile drew a small nod from Kamon. He couldn't quite smile in return, but the twitch of his mandibles made it fairly clear he was trying. A few attempts at speaking were had, all swiftly cut off by the Dragh's rapid speech, and when he turned away to head towards the clinic, Kamon gave Jas a look that could be perceived as relief. With a face as rigid as his, it got hard to tell sometimes.<br/><br/>"The spirits have blessed us. I would very much like to go with the wound-mender." His broken arm twitched ever so slightly, forcing him to tightly shut his eyes and sharply inhale, but after a few moments passed, he reopened them and exhaled harshly. "Let us go." And with that, he wasted no time in starting to follow Saliiar. The sooner the wounds were taken care of, the better.