He frowned upon discovering the full tent, and cast about, wondering where the horse and wagon were. This clearly couldn't have been dragged out from the town, they had to have had something to help haul it. If so, he could use that to get the women and stuff back to their town, and then try to figure out what to do next. He stepped into the tent, and then sat down on a fine table, abruptly realizing he was taking this world, with its elves and magic, seriously. He reached up, and ran his hands over his face, not able to lie to himself that this was a LARP, not after committing murder fourteen times, even though he had a damn good alibi if it was a LARP.<br/><br/>He took a moment, breathing deeply, allowing himself to process what was going on, getting the panic attack over in private, before heading back out, and looking about for the cart and horse. After that search, he headed back to the tent, and started packing the items for them.