Cyrus slept very well that night. He felt that it was probably because he slept wrapped in Wiflor's arms. Her embrace knocked off the chill and made him feel safe. He thought of he as a cherished friend. Not an animal or pet like he used to or a test subject or experiment like Atticus did. He loved her as one would love a close friend, and that drove him to want to protect her.<br/><br/>She didn't seem to need a whole lot of protecting, however. In fact, he needed more protecting than she did, it seemed.  But they wouldn't need to worry about that anymore. Once they got home, Cyrus would take his share of the gold live out the rest of his days in his cabin with Wiflor. He smiled and thought about this as he stretched an headed outside his tent. "I see Atticus bought the things we need." Cyrus said as he saw the wagons and such. Soon after, Atticus came with a contingent of armed men. Mercenaries, Cyrus figured. Atticus went over the plan. Cyrus figured that he should go on ahead with Wiflor, since he felt that she didn't like the tower and didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone.<br/><br/>Atticus grumbled a little at this, but eventually relented. Cyrus and Wiflor would go on ahead with the wagon of treasures already gained and meet Atticus in the city of Faladin in four days' time.