When the merchant had finished squabbling with the guard over whatever it was that needed doing, he turned about to find Frey standing not far off. It looked as if he was about to scold her off before she offered her help. The words died in his lips and he thought for a moment. It looked like he was about to say "No" until he saw a couple intimidating orcs eyeing up him and his goods.<br/><br/>"Very well miss, but do be careful." He answered sternly, giving her a warning scowl. "Let's get this over with so we can go back to Colnwell."<br/><br/>With Frey's help, the group gets their work done a bit faster and they are on the road within about forty minutes. The merchant even allowed her to ride on the front of the wagon as thanks.<br/><br/>He and the guard that was keeping his eye on her sat in the back with the supplies under the large canopy, while the other steered the horses. Behind them was the village, large wooden walls hat used to seem so tall shrinking now in the distance with smoke from their fires becoming small spindles in the sky. And ahead of them lay a long and worn dirt road, one side the forest and on the other open plains. Frey was leaving home.