Rustscale came out of hiding sitting on one of the horsebacks. he had made his preparations and was now checking the other supplies, while idly juggling a coinpurse.<br/><br/>"Looks like we´re set as far as provisions go... if we´re careful it´ll last us a good time... is there room in one of the bags? i´d ride one of the horses but... i really can´t."<br/><br/>He still looked around the supplies taking stock of what they had and also gave his own supplies a once over. he had his own shortsword, a toolkit and multiple lockpicks, a shortbow of the selfmade compound sort and a few of his own traps.