He woke up a couple hours later, and slowly sat up, before heading to a nearby spot in the shadows to stand watch. He waited until he was in the shadows before sagging down, extremely tired, he was supposed to be OUT of this damn job, not having it follow him around. He sighed, and spent the rest of the night watching for bandits and trying to think of good orders to give the succubus that would allow her to have some freedoms, without worrying about waking up with his head a few feet from his body, or the town they were heading to painted in blood.<br/><br/>He already had the horses up and ready when Mirada stirred, morning beginning to filter through the tree limbs above, the succubus wearing some of his loose, extra clothing to keep her jugglies from bouncing in the breeze. A morning stew was already ready, just kept warm over the fire. He gave the succubus permission to speak, as they headed out to the manor, having gone over the campsite twice to ensure nothing was left behind.