“Hey now, no need for those sorts of words. You’ll give me a big head, darlin’! Well, bigger than it is already.” He winked suggestively at the other, silently wondering what kind of reaction such a thing would elicit. Or even if Dane Volen would recognize it for what it was. One never knew with the pious ones. Some acted like whores and others took their vows to ridiculous lengths while making the rest of the world pay for it as if it was their fault. That was yet another reason to steer clear of all things religious.<br/><br/>“You’re goin’ to have to drop that manner of speakin’ and actin’, love,” Wyl continued as he eyed the food on their plates. “We’ll be visitin’ some mighty shady places as we go along, and people’ll remember you if you talk like that. Well, we’ll have time to train it out of you as we go. At least a little bit.”<br/><br/>Not willing to let the food go to waste – it was good for several days yet if they rationed it slightly – Wyl unhooked a rolled-up back from his belt. It was bigger than it seemed like while fastened to the belt, and he began packing the food away. First in went the things that could stay freshest the longest, then he worked his way up until those things that perished quickly were at the very top. He threw in the two tankards too after drinking Dane Volen’s – though he did check quickly if the man wanted it or not – and then finally tied off the sack with a string threaded through the top.<br/><br/>“There we go. Whenever you get hungry let me know and we’ll fish out somethin’ for you to eat.” Wyl turned to look at his new companion. It would take quite some time for the man to build up those muscles again, time and food and rest. That meant that the journey to the old high-elf city would take much more time than Wyl originally planned for, but it would be worth it in the end. Probably.<br/><br/>He could always ditch the man if he wanted to. A fully functioning, healthy Volen would have had trouble following Wyl, and with the way he was now it would be practically impossible. Wyl would be long gone before the man even noticed.<br/><br/>Thoughts for another day.<br/><br/>“Now, how’s about I take a gander at that chain of yours too?” he pointed at the metal. “Let’s get that off as well and we’ll be able to bury the entire damn thing first place we get to. Or at least it’ll be easier to carry than that.” Wyl gestured at the twisting coils and the dragging collared muzzle they had cut off in the first place.<br/><br/>“I mean, trouble’s what makes life worth livin’ and proves that you’re still alive, but let’s not invite it quite this early, savvy?” he grinned wryly. “We’ll have more than enough of it where we’re goin’.”