Dreamer found himself smiling, but it was an odd, wry smile.<br/><br/>"If I have nowhere to go?  Actually, I do.  But the thing is, I'm going to exactly the same place as you three."  He looked down at the bovine girl.  "I'm headed to Sombquist... or more specifically, to a farm south of Sombquist, first.  Lady Maeve usually spends the night on her farm."<br/><br/>He moved his gaze over the three of them, but it settled on Feldana.<br/><br/>"I'm a friend of Maeve's," he said, smiling at her.  The smile twitched ---- and so did his right arm ---- and he amended, "I'm... I WAS one of her slaves, on her farm.  We haven't met, officially, little one... but I've seen you around many times in the last six months."<br/><br/>Again his face, and right arm, twitched. "We really should get moving.  Here... take one, you two."  He held up the three guns, cupped in his two hands.  It occurred to him that he had looked at them, but they hadn't registered in his mind.  He grimaced.  Once again his memory had failed him.