Looking over at the bed, Balthazar just nodded.  â€œSimple. Old boys are tough. Woman are always more delicious.â€ He teased as he got up. He didnâ€™t believe a lick about unholy creatures. â€œAll I know about those forest are they have the most blood thirty little pricks you will ever have the misfortune of running into.â€ Everything from goblins to ogres and more. Either way it wasnâ€™t something they were going to pass through on their own.<br/><br/>Standing up, Balthazar made his way over to the bed and began pulling at it to get it over to the fireplace. And after lots of screeching from the floorboards in protest, it was finally there. â€œLook, weâ€™re going to need to get a caravan. And since I really donâ€™t want to give people the impression we have a ton of money, Iâ€™d prefer to join one rather then fund it.â€ He explained, which also brought up another problem. â€œI donâ€™t suppose you know how to use a weapon?â€