"'cause they've said as much to my face, and none of 'em have ever been shy about hiding that they don't like me." He retorted, spitting into the fire again derisively. "It's all the bitch's fault anyway. She's the one who had dozens of candles lit in her wagon. Any one of 'em fell over, and she'd go up like a torch. Bet that's what happened. No, I bet a damned pugwumpi was in the area. Cursed those menaces are, everything goes wrong around 'em."<br/><br/>The others went about their own business while she was speaking. Almah spoke with Garavel, until Pyrreth showed up with the camels, looking particularly foul-tempered. Garavel went to deal with the ash-skinned sorceress, while Almah checked with the older man taking care of Eloias. Syral was talking to the mercenaries, while the more professional four guards kept a close eye on Almah, who didn't even seem to notice her guards. On the other hand, Zyrah was helping the older couple settle the animals, though the man was obviously extremely upset about something. Even from where she was she could hear the occasional exclamation about 'Rombard'.