Plenty of the other mercenaries chuckled a bit at Urd’s excitable reply, though they kept out of the argument. Most of them just wanted to get through this trip, get paid, and put all this behind them. They didn’t really care what the argument was going to be, after all they were going to get paid the same regardless. Besides, Corvus’s observation had the most merit so far, why would a group of tiny ankle-biters try and come after the caravan? One look at the patchwork creation of tents and houses on the backs of animated legs with a few old cannons pointing out and anyone would have second thoughts of attack, right?<br/><br/>“Right, right, ‘destiny’ a’course,” Corvus replied to Urd, perhaps just trying to placate her.<br/><br/>Aphashe’s little song served well to bolster the rest of the crew’s moods. Most fell silent as they went back to their meager dinners, the singing itself serving more to sustain them than the food. Some even hummed along a bit, including Corvus, though he caught himself eventually and went back to brooding silence.<br/><br/>“You have a lovely voice,” Celestina complemented Aphashe, “reminds me of some of the songs my mother used to sing…”<br/><br/>Kotone’s admonishment only brought a cruel chuckle from Corvus, “If there’d been any then they wouldn’t have survived long with us anyway, better they slow down the Bleachlings,” Corvus was certainly not actively malicious, but the Tiefling certainly didn’t seem to have much compassion in his heart. None of the other mercenaries seemed particularly eager to support Corvus’s opinion, though none of them spoke up or made motion to contradict him.<br/><br/>Corvus scowled and a growl rolled in the back of his throat at Kotone’s pointed comment, but before he could say anything he was interrupted by Celestina, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Aeleth has a good idea, and Corvus is right, we’ve seen small groups like them just shadow us until they lose interest,” the last part caused Corvus to visibly relax in his seat and go back to his soup. “I’ll leave the wagon situation up to you all, but there’s wisdom in having them lead as well,” she adds.<br/><br/>Jo, your steadfast smithy and long-time companion eventually spoke up as well, “The way is long yet, but we’ve already come quite far, we’ll get there, lets keep our steady pace and our heads cool,” she said supportively, the much taller woman offering Kotone a little smile.<br/><br/>Madame Morjiana had been sitting not too far from where the mercenaries had set up their meal tent, she smoked a small pipe as she stared up towards the sky, some of the first stars beginning to peek through the evening night as the sun grew low over the horizon. Safir’s question caught her attention quickly, perhaps showing that she had been listening to the conversation since the beginning, “One needs to be careful just how much you look to the future, lest you blind yourself to the present,” she replied. The round-about reply only caused Celestina to roll her eyes.<br/><br/>“Indeed,” Celestina seemed to agree with Jo’s position, “maybe a change of topic… If my mother is to be believed, ” she paused glancing in the direction of where her mother was seated not far from the mercenary table, “this ‘invisible city’ is to be some kind of hidden paradise where trees still grow fruit and treasures from before The Wasting wait… what are you all looking forward to when we get there?”<br/>