Sheo turned her head to the man known as Blake. Sheo's mood immediately chipper up. Though Sheo could get another Alftar lass, she still had her man meat right here.<span style="color: lightgreen">"Och, tis nothing to worry about. Just feeling rather dour cause my daughter is is being strict on me. Nothing a bit of grog can't wash away."</span>Sheo grinned as she continued to drink from her flask, offering the bucket of the brew to Blake. Soon however, the ground was on the road. Sheo picked up her equipment and chose to sit in the wagon for now, still offering her brew to Blake.<span style="color: lightgreen">"Come on now, let's drink. Tis a long trip ahead of us, and no sense not being soused to ease the boredom!"</span><br/><br/>Atisha stayed with the wagon, though she chose to walk first. She was able to keep pace well enough and kept her senses sharp to detect any signs of the wagon being followed or watched. This did give her a lot of false alarms with mere townsfolk shooting glances and speaking their gossip about the wagon, so soon Atisha had to tone down her paranoia, at least until they were out of Goldenburg proper. It was going to be a long, but hopefully uneventful journey.