A loud but not violent kick to the front door breaks the morning mood at the inn, "Nathan Lad, get the door for me." comes a shout.<br/><br/>As Nathan opens the door, Bartleby walks in with this own bag on his back and 3 saddle bags weighing heavy in his arms. Nathan leads him to where all the others have congregated. He walks to where he can offload the bags to an empty seat.<br/><br/>"There, provisions as promised. I have my doubts about this task of yours" he says towards Ariadne. "Ignoring the sheer scale of the outcome we would hope to achieve, how do you propose getting there crossing lands of offensive and violent peoples? Your attitude seems foolish to me that you are clearly injured and you seem mentally at a disadvantage from some past personal loss. Your baggage is your own and I frankly don't care about it. Our mission is what is important and you don't have to explain yourself to me. You need to stow it and deal with it afterwards. I don't mean to insult here but we deal with the practicalities of what we would aim to do. I am sensing a lot of ego, I'm sure you were someone important once, maybe even still now, however to me you are a follow soldier working for the same cause. You too 'Jun'. I am neither your subject, servant or slave. I expect to be treated as such and I will do the same."<br/><br/>After a pause he says "I have said my piece and have yet to decide if this mission has even a hope in hell to succeed. Best you speak clear and true now, and we can see what we have the makings of?" With that he makes his way over to the the stove and pulling three eggs from a pocket, cracks them into a pan while letting the moment sink in.<br/>