Before Magnus could work his magic, Sheo came along and began the delicate and soothing act of stuffing soggy bread down the newcomer's throat. He pulled his hand back as the glow faded, furrowing his eyebrows and giving the two an odd look out the side of his eyes. "Well, uh. You two have fun with that...?" He slowly stood up, and took a glance toward the door when someone came in, saw what was happening, and promptly left. To be completely honest, he couldn't blame them for doing so. If he went into a place and saw such a scene, chances are he'd just try coming back later. He returned to his seat at the table, still holding the odd, confused expression.<br/><br/>Back at said tables, Sigurd responded to Avis. "Thank you, lass. If they'd be willing to have us once all this is done, we'd appreciate it." Working on the road wouldn't be too hard on the elders, but they could only do so much to help if things went south. And if there came a situation too dangerous to bring them along, it was good to have a safe place to fall back on.<br/><br/>With a quiet, amused laugh, Hildegard nodded. "She seems charitable enough to agree to help," She observed. "We won't have too much while we're on the road, but if we make a few stops on the way, I'm sure we could put enough things together to get some income. One of our carriages has got a small stock in it, maybe enough to supply a small band. You're all welcome to take what you might need from it, but we could likely sell off enough to make a decent amount of travel funds."