Mathias snorted glumly. He waited with his arms crossed, the cape part of his cloak was thrown back. He found it a little too warm to be wearing it over his shoulders but he liked the shade of the hood. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as the line progressed. Mathias. Simply amazed at the line a one horse town like this could produce. They, meaning the prince, Brax, and himself had chosen this place because it was supposed to be out of the way. Sighing heavily Mathias shuffled forward.<br/>After a rather uncomfortable wait. Mathias's shadow loomed over the ferryman. "How many?" he said not looking up. "Three people, and three horses." Mathias said grumpily.<br/>The ferryman looked up, "Ah... two slivers." Tobias rolled his eyes under the hood, but threw two coins on the mans ledger. "Hey what's with that hood?" the ferryman queried.<br/>"Don't ask."<br/>"Well it'll be about an hour and a half like I said."<br/>"Thank you." Mathias said tersely.<br/><br/>Making his way back to the tavern as inconspicuous as a tall, hooded, dark-skinned stranger could. He arrived back at the tavern. Mathias didn't see Brax or Drew anywhere so he strode up to the counter. "They went to the stables." the innkeeper said hastily.<br/>Without further delay he went around to the horse shed and spotted Brax. "Hour and a half, Sir" he said to the prince as he moved to prepare his horse for departure. Rocks, was Mathias's horse. A big gray stallion. He got his name because he looked more like a small boulder than a large horse. Lowering his hood, Mathias walked up to the big horse who proceeded to headbutt his master, lightly. As was their greeting.