At the dragon's expression, Magnus winced slightly. Even if it was just a display of unhappiness, having a beast of that size scowling at him wasn't the most reassuring experience. So, to minimize the drake's grief and hopefully the chances of getting his hair set on fire later, he moved quickly and backed off immediately once the harness was secure. "Sorry," He said in a very meek tone of voice. He would make very sure to get a less easily offended beast of burden somewhere down the road.<br/><br/>With everything prepared, he made his way towards the other carriage, climbing up into the foremost seat. There was room for others, should anyone wish to accompany him. He took the reins, and waited for everyone to prepare. Walking alongside the carts would be a viable option, should anyone wish to do so, but even with their supplies there was plenty of room for everyone to sit. He was ready to get everyone moving, and trusted Bellant would be able to steer himself. He'd have to, since Magnus wasn't feeling brave enough to shove a bridle into the dragon's maw.<br/><br/>During the approach, Hildegard's smile only grew. She already liked Avis, and was looking forward to her company on the road. As they reached the carriage, she was helped up by Sigurd, who was waiting near the back steps. The thing wasn't exactly a high-tier nobility vehicle, nor was it impressive as the motorized ones that were being made in the north, but it did its job and wasn't horribly uncomfortable to sit in.<br/><br/>Once she was up, Sigurd offered Avis a hand before climbing in himself, taking a seat near where Magnus was guiding the horse. When everyone was settled, the smalltalk continued. "So, Avis, what do you do for a living?" Hildegard asked. A simple enough start for conversation, she figured.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Tarkus, carrying a heavy bag of the old group's supplies on his back (including all of the teryn boy's money), was content to follow Vasma's lead if she had one. Their own journey had taken them around quite a bit, but now trails were running dry and leading to nowhere. A gruff sigh was his initial response, and to see the map himself, he leaned over Vasma's shoulder. Not a hard thing to accomplish, given his height. "I think we should head east," He replied, pointing towards the river that split Ardon in two. "Here. This is where the notes said someone would be. Their 'father.'"<br/><br/>The last word was said with a spiteful tone. Whoever this 'father' was, Tarkus was intent on finding him and stopping his followers' goals. He did not know what they were, nor did he much care, but he longed for a chance to meet the man face to face. But, he knew that not many could power through a journey without rest. Even he grew tired eventually, so he moved his finger instead towards a town that was relatively near. "We should be able to reach this place soon," He suggested. With luck, their trail might even give them another lead, should any more of the amulet-bearers be resting there as well.