Though she found herself to be a mite irritated that few had listened and gone straight outside, Erma did not show it. She did not retain some kind of ego-stroking mindset in the light of her being appointed with the position she had, but still had expected them to listen. Regardless, she knew that she could do little about it at the time, and so refrained from touching on the subject. Instead, she nodded to Fillet in reply to his words. Needing nothing herself, Erma stood by the gnome and his mechanical mount. Etheda, on the other hand, gave Fillet a tasteful and extravagant bow before merrily swaggering through town. It was a mere fifteen minutes before he was back with a skein, a bottle of rum and some bread. He was sprightly enough to have no real need for something to ride on himself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>