They devcline, explaining that they've already eaten, but wait patiently, packing up their bags, while he eats. "I handle traps," Cerul declares, in response to his comment. She chafes when he opens the door for her, not even smiling at his kind gesture, though Maura seems a lot more receptive to his kindness. Daminor gleefully bounces out behind the women, tipping his hat to the mage as they leave.<br/><br/>Mounting up, they eye his magic steed curiously, not familiar with such a creature. "Fascinating... it looks so real, it took me a moment to notice." Ready, Cerul takes point, riding a distance away from the rest of the party, though still easily within sight range, Maura leading the men. "Would you care to hear some of the stories we have? I can even put them to song, if you'd enjoy that."