For the next hour the chaos sorted itself out into something ressembling order - despite fierce resistance, and aid from Beshaba, and requiring lots of shouting and cursing from various people - and the supply collumn was finally moving. Vanestria noticed most soldiers were not giving the cleric any trouble even when his wagon held the formation up for a minute - anyone who could save one man's life like he could was likely very well-respected by the men.<br/><br/>Once on the road the clamor grew dimmer, the marching soldiers having better uses for their breath than talking loudly. Carlos held the reins of his wagon with an ease that felt a bit out of place on a man of the cloth - and his chainmail looked a bit comical too on his bulk - but he was a fount of information if one was interested in all things Ilamter, or gossip from town.