Both men had declined the water offerd to them, both having stores of their own to draw upon. They were adventurers of this land, and while the drop had indeed had been gotten on them, they could at least take care of themselves. Both of them quickly jumped into the cart, Bastel helping a struggling Orrin into the back of the wooden vehicle itself. The elf's curse was hard upon him...<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bastel: Survival- Your total roll is 14</div></div><br/>"If we follow the path back onto the main trail and turn to the right, we will be upon a major caravan path. The town should be about half a day's travel...though I am sure some cunning innsman has set up shop a little bit away from the town."Bastel instructed as he leaned over the back of the driver's seat with map in hand, tracing the path they would take with deft hands."We should be able to get lodging for the night, hopefully. At least we can get a drink to drown out the dark events of the day, if only for a night."The halfling stated before looking out onto the road ahead, only to be distracted by the sudden soft singing of his companion in the back.<em>'He must have been rattled...his nervous habit's showing itself again.'</em>Bastel thought, a small frown on his face.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Orrin- Perform Sing: Your total roll is 11 </div></div><br/>"Have you ever been on the road between holds, As the sun falls away, and the darkness turns cold.."Orrin began, his soft voice drifting on the winds of the night, carrying the lovely and gentle tune upon them. His eyes were once again turned up towards the stars, as if he couldn't get enough of the beautiful creation the stars and sky created together."And the moon will not rise til the night has grown old, And the only things left are the stars?"In his hands was a small token that was shaped like a butterfly, with the night sky, the sun and the moon adorned upon its wings...His face seemed to be one of unsure calm...