Magnus' family pondered Atisha's question for a moment. It was true, there was no way that the killers would simply let them go after trying so hard to do their job. Even after botching it so spectacularly, they'd certainly come back. As they thought, he spoke up with an idea. "We have some relatives further north. Going there might be worth the trip once we're done?" A good suggestion, but not one that could be immediately done. The group's plans took them in the opposite direction. For the long run, it was a reasonable goal, but for now it was out of reach.<br/><br/>Hildegard responded next. "Until then, we'll be coming along for the ride. We've got some carriages and horses that would make the trip a lot easier. Nothing as fancy as an airship, but they get the job done." She nudged Magnus as she spoke, continuing. "And you'll get to take Agro out again. How long's it been since you two have been on the road?"<br/><br/>"Three months," Magnus said, leaning back in his chair as Othin approached. He offered the mage a still-tired smile in greeting, and was about to get back to being half-conscious as the others began to spoke. That was, until he heard someone faceplant behind his booth. The sound of someone impacting the inn's wooden floor was unmistakable, but he doubted it was due to alcohol this early in the morning. He slowly turned to look over the back of his seat, and when he saw the newcomer just laying there like a fallen log, he stood up and approached them, taking a kneel beside. "Are you hurt?" He asked, palm beginning to give a faint glow as he prepared a healing miracle.