The spellweaver couldn't quite help chuckling for a moment when the adventuress declined the other man's offer without a word said.  Still, the door was open...<br/><br/>"Put the luggage up top, and stay with the carriage," he said, squatting to be at eye level with the impish figure at his side.  "If you see trouble, double back to us."<br/><br/>"Yes, master," Aiyel chimed back, nodding.  Underlying the acknowledgement was a subtler emotional pulse: curious/concerned?<br/><br/>Jasper shook his head slightly: resigned/bemused/wary.  "And you can keep them company up top, if you don't make a nuisance of yourself," he added, rising back to his feet and taking the chance to be first into the door.  With some effort, he secured his staff behind the forward-facing bench, settled himself on the left side of that bench, then unslung his traveling backpack and set it at his feet.  Would that he knew a spell for making a carriage ride more comfortable...