Horen nodded at her words and sat the pile of gear down. He was still recovering and his energy ran out quickly. He knew it would be a while before he was back to normal. He would need to practice his skills to build his energy again. Horen studied the street with his guarded gaze. he had learned long ago to hide his emotions from others. It had earned him several scars when he was younger. His bag bore many silver furred scars. It was strange. His withe fur was streaked with the silver of his scars. His fur never grew white again. He was lost in his thoughts for a bit as they waited for Peel.