He paused at the edge of the market place, still wrapped in his half cloak that gave him relief from the rain without being too heavy, but it had other functions as well. He had heard reports about the wolves, maybe even a sighting of a werewolf or two, but nothing concrete. Just enough to keep him from going alone. The winter hadn't been harsh, but the weather had been fairly nasty since, and the animals seemed on edge about something, hence why he was trying to find a caravan. He could always just offer to stay on for the first part of the run, 'paying' for his passage as a guard, but he wasn't inclined to do that. He wanted to figure out what the seeming curse on his blood line was, and then get rid of it. He was tired of having that massive metaphorical axe hanging over his head. He didn't have any current jobs to complete, hence why he was trying to get the raw ingredients for his poisons. After a few more hours of casting about for a guard assignment, however, he gave in, and began offering to be a guard for the journey to the waypoint to 'pay' for his passage.