Drake nodded and moved to his position in the caravan. helping out as much as he could with lining the wagon up, but most of the time he had to keep his distance because his scent usually spooked the horses. So he sat watching and waited for the caravan to leave. His wings itched to fly, but he knew if he did the horses would go basarrk so he stayed grounded, pacing back and forth his claws skratching the cobblestone ground.<br/><br/>As he watched the caravan get into place he wondered what they were carrying not that it mattered, but just to get his mind thinking about something other than boredom. Spices and herbs he could smell as well as fine metal and stained wood; silks and of course the smell of animals.