Khajier couldn't believe it. The caravan had left already and where was he? Stuck in one. Oh how he hated the turnout, but it would have to do since he had one soldier already yell at him to<em>not</em>sleep on the horses. He did have the mind to tell the man to shove it but he didn't. No, Khajier didn't want to deal with Blind-Eye -- not because the Argonian "scared" him -- but because Khajier didn't want to be in the lizard's presence more than he'd be forced to already.<br/><br/>Khajier did hear the Legate cursing and he did snicker, peeking out to see the man throw his helmet at a pine tree. Khajier could only wonder why the Legate was so upset. Then again, he didn't need to wonder long since he had overheard the soldiers talking about how they had to keep any kind of liquor out of his grasp. This made Khajier laugh more since he had snuck out a flask of mead earlier that morning before the caravans set off.<br/><br/>"This will be most entertaining." Khajier remarked to himself sipping from the silver flask before sliding it back into his inside pocket he had. The flask was thin enough not to draw any attention immediately, perfect to keep it hidden.