Jared was jarred out his half-doze by the Lore Master's yelling. Whoops! He was not supposed to have dozed off. The conversations that had gone on around were unknown to him. He was just surprised that he had managed to stay somewhat upright and hadn't fallen under the wagon. He blushed furiously.<br/><br/>Fortunately, he'd already tied everything down and was ready for the passage. Chugging the rest of his forgotten coffee, he grimaced at its cold, bitterness. It seemed to work almost immediately. He snapped his reigns and gave a loud<span style="font-style: italic">yip</span>. He moved his wagon in line behind the Lore Master as per her instructions.<br/><br/>He weas feeling nervous. He had no idea what was in store, and uncertainty was not something he enjoyed. He patted his swords as a way of reassuring himself. He could handle this. He had to if he wanted to a dragoon.