<strong>Mathius<br/>The Imperial Highway<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>Mathius found his seating next to Eluv'yan upon the rickety old cart. He had taken a few moments prior to using his hands to try and dig some built up snow from underneath it, to make it easier for the horse to pull the cart out of it's spot and get more traction on the road. His Warden sister and new companion it seemed, since she was so willing to accept him easily, were taking their dear sweet time. Maybe they wanted to freeze to death or let the darkspawn catch them.<br/><br/>The former Templar was in no way a weakling, but the hunger building up inside him, and the desire for warmth, were turning into something fierce. He'd endured worse, but this was not a good situation despite the good fortune of a cart and half dead horse. Only complicated by the two people, and limp body of Bor, slowing him down. Mathius was a survivor, and survivors often did best on their own. For now though, that wasn't an option. He then grabbed the reigns and gave the horse a little whip to get him going.<br/><br/><strong>"Ya,"</strong>He said calmly trying to get the horse moving, but not wanting to get too loud for any unfriendly ears to hear.<strong>"Whatever you do, do it quick farmer. We're leaving,"</strong>