The old man Borom nearly fell off his seat on the wagons when Tor suddenly appeared, shouting in surprise and trying to jump for cover among the crates. It took a bit of rustling through goods before he came back to view, looking over at her figure and listening to her talk. The old man seemed well spooked by this appearance but seemed to recover a bit after a while.<br/><br/>"I shouldn't be that shocked but I didn't know someone would<em>drop in</em>like that, you almost gave this old man a stroke." He complained but smiled a bit, sighing and looking around. "I didn't expect to see this many ladies though. Now, gentlemen, dont let Ash anywhere near ladies when they are asleep."<br/><br/>This comment was met with a glare by Ash who frowned, his already dirty face showing a glare that would have made a lion mewl and back away into a corner. He was furious, but kept it inside other than that glare it seemed.<br/><br/>The wagons pulled up to get on the move again soon, as Borom shouted. "We will have to get moving, and we wont stop till we reach the village of<em>Goldfield</em>roughly 12 miles away, we'll probably spend 8 hours to get that far anyway." He spoke seriously, cracking the whip above the ox and the horse, trying to get them to move a bit faster again.<br/><br/>In the distance, the beast roared and its breath suddenly pushed ahead like a foul wind, shattering two wooden buildings like house of cards, and blowing already badly cracked and partially missing palisade. Wooden fence and buildings could not tolerate the kind of breath that thing seemed to have, as Cidan muttered. "That's why towns, with stone walls, are only things that survive even<em>basic beasts.</em>" That seemed to be to nobody in particular, but he trembled, the burn-covered man seeming to tremble with every step for a little while walking along that road.