Drew was not nearly as alart or attentive as his guards. He had greater things on his mind and did not have nearly the same sort of experience that they had. Nor was his profession one that required such vigilance, though his eyes darted around from time to time - more frequently to check out the women in the establishment then to make sure there were no dangerous looking glares from assassins. But, thats what his two guards were for. Mathias was the type that kept most people away from them, just based on his look. He wasn't a pretty thing to look at, but Drew had long grown accustomed to his hairless head and the scars that marred him.<br/><br/>He had also grown accustomed to calling Braxton - the other guard - Squeak, much like Mathias had. He wasn't entirely sure where she had picked up that nickname, but it seemed to fit her well enough. And he had grown more fond of her over the past few weeks of travel. It wasn't often he got to travel with so few people guarding him and - in his opinion - it created a much worry-free state of mind. He readjusted the sword at his hip - he had finally grown accustomed to having it there instead of strapped to his back - which was a position more for show then for practical use. It bounced around if he ran, the strap could get caught on things, or even trip his own legs. Once they left the safety of Perrys Ferry, he was going to do just that - strap it to his back like he had done for years.<br/><br/>He sets down his own empty beaker of water, preferring it over any other drink in the morning and slowly nods his head. "Yes. Some fresh air will do us some good and we should check on the horses. Make sure they're ready for the trip across."