Blind-Eye tried to reject Rold's support. What was a legionnaire that couldn't march by his own? An officer of course, but he had always prided himself of being as fit as his own men. Obviously that wasn't the case anymore. Age, hard work and alcoholism had regressed him into a barely functioning man of foul mood. But as his old comrade offered drink there was a wide smile on his face.<br/><br/>"Could always count on you Rold. Even when we split up you did right by me..."<br/><br/>That the right he did was to give him one square in the jaw wasn't the point. Blind-Eye had deserved it, he'd never said anything else. But the Dragonborn had deserved his even more. His thoughts and expression shifted from frowning remembrance to the innocent smile of saints as Fera rounded the corner of the wagon he was holding onto for support. She looked at his smile and at Rold next to him and with a heavy sigh she crossed her arms over her chest and Stood like a mountain before the Legate.<br/><br/>"Ain't no how I'm lettin this slip, Sah!" She poked a finger into Rold's chest with the strength only an angry Nord woman could muster and frowned. "Ya ain't giving him any alcohol, Old 'Un, or I'll sock you so hard in the snowberries that your children will come out with bruises! The Commander needs to sharpen up for this trip, so help the Devines. I already told the soldiers and it goes double up for you lot. Anyone caught serving the Legate any booze has to pull a munitions-cart by himself. And with talk I mean yelling at the top of our lungs."<br/><br/>Blind-Eye was ablaze with rage of an explosive character that could only be out-done by Red Mountain. But as he opened his mouth to give his loudest and most obnoxious shout-out he had ever given any soldier, he instead felt an urgency to throw up. He closed his mouth instinctively and his scales seemed to turn from darkest red to a sickly green. His eyes narrowed on Fera with a look that she knew very well. It could be interpreted as "I am going to kill the living muck out of you!" but in modern military lingo it came out "We are going to have a talk about this." He slipped around the wagon, away from Rold, Fera and Shadow, only to meet with Ash on her horse. He managed a panicked smile and curt nod as he hurried down towards the end of the train, and as he arrived he realized he didn't really feel the urge to chuck any more as much as to collapse.<br/><br/>"Molag take me..." he gasped, grabbing a hold of the wagon and swinging up in the back of it. He sat there on the edge of it for a while, catching his breath and turning back to his natural color. Just in time it seemed, as suddenly a woman came ridding on a swift horse towards the end of the train. His eyes became miraculously clear, perhaps because of the monumental cleavage that she brought with her. His eyes lingered only so long though, before they ventured up to her own eyes.<br/><br/>"Good morning... can I help you?"