Cyrus had picked up a new tent in one of the towns. It was a rather small one, but that was all he could afford since the gold from their last venture was safe in a vault in Jorgenstead. The only gold he had was what he had on hand; which wasn't a whole lot. But that didn't matter right now. He was in his tent next to Wiflor and he was warm, a grand feat in cold such as this. He had come to depend on Wiflor over this journey. It was long and full of dangers, but somehow, they always made it through. "Wiflor..." He whispered, half asleep. "Will you still be here when this is done?" He wasn't entirely sure what that question was supposed to mean. It was probably the rambles of a man half asleep, considering that he asked Wiflor a question he knew she couldn't answer.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The next morning, they ate a heavy breakfast of ham and eggs, tossing Wiflor a couple slices of ham. Cyrus was still scribbling in his journal, which was full of notes on Wiflor. In one of the first towns they visited, he bought a new journal to chronicle their journey. It was full of notes on their adventures. Cyrus casually thought about publishing his journals one day before petting Wiflor on the head.<br/><br/>"By today's end, we should reach the Blue Tower. We'll camp a good distance away, though." Atticus said, sipping his tea. Atticus had gotten a taste for life in the city. He could go without most of the comforts he had been accustomed to, however he had to have his tea every morning.