The feed and any other things (as well as who ever else can fit or was willing to hang off the ribs) went onto the wagon as quickly as Baradis could manage while teamster assisted. Which was a little slower than just two people doing it, but more well positioned. And that meant a lot when you had more and more to deal with. [Probably.]]<br/><br/>Baradis also listened to any stories with, perhaps not gusto, but at least genuine interest. There was a definite lack of actually interesting stories, or at least the Azurin believed. It was mostly training gifts, accidentally growing scales, fighting the occasional oddly carapaced or hided animal from experiments of the past gone horribly wrong (assumed), and the occasional meeting with sort-of siblings.<br/><br/>Those were interesting in the way that seeing a mundane forest fire suddenly start burning stones of a certain size would be. Temporarily horrifying, but then calming once you realized there wasn't that much dangerous other than the violation of what you knew the world as.<br/><br/>Also, unlike the description, the fires would have their own opinions that could make things more or less strange and awkward. Oh, and money. They occasionally spent money on strange things. Which would be like the fire suddenly unburning things? The comparison has been well and thoroughly lost at this point, but the start was all that was really needed.<br/><br/><br/><br/>As for the treasure later on, Baradis suggests one of the less armored folk (this category being self-inclusive) to wear the pack and carry things like that.