Fort grrs under his breath, and now remembers why he had given up the life of a merc. He is not exactly a people person, and it is about to show a little. "Load up! We are out of here in one minute!"<br/>Fort walks a few paces towards. "Cliff this is your last chance for a ride out of here, but if you intend to keep going you might want to change clothes. Because the time I heard the locals are being very very...unfriendly towards those wearing black." Fort let the implication hang. Black is mostly warn by the ones wielding the dark arts, and in kingdom at war it is not uncommon to see strangers wearing black disappear in small towns.<br/>On the way to the battle chariot, Fort grabs a longbow and quivers of arrows from the ground. He jumps in back of the chariot puts the bow and arrows in the holder on the side, and the ground rumbles again Fort is ready to flee this place.