As the others prepared themselves for their trip to the structure above the rise Quintus reboarded the vessel and took the makeshift gurney frpom the upper deck. He set it down and loaded several of the crates and barrels upon them. He used a lenght of rope to fastened them and wondered why the hell he never thought to bring a horse along; but he knew complaining about his predicament would not help matters... Besides, he didn't mind physical labour, it kept the muscles tight and ready.<br/><br/>Wearing only his loincloth and sandles he took a hold of the handles upon the gurney; he put his powerful tree trunks of legs to the ground and with a grunt he started hauling the gear up the hill. By the time he was halfway up the rise his body was covered in a wet sheen and his hair was matted down and sticking to his damp skin. He figured it would take at tleast three such trips, perhaps four...