Spending most of the journey on watch from the top of the wagon has done little good for Salvador's mood, the poor suspension of the carriage jolting him with every rut, the sun beating down on the shadeless roof, and the ever multipying bugs. Despite the muggy heat, he quickly took to wearing a long sleeved clothing and a bandana, highwayman style, to keep away the worst of the mosquitoes.<br/><br/>During the time in Galduria, he takes the opportunity to purchase a wide brimmed hat for himself to keep off the worst of the sun, as well as a mosquito repellent scent, which unfortunately, seems to have little effect besides making him stink of chemicals. At least it masks the odour of reused travelling clothes, though that issue is somewhat alleviated by Salvador's demands for certain other members to purchase at least one spare set of clothing, that they might change as they travel, or risk being forced at gunpoint to travel naked if the smell gets too bad. Finally, he purchases several extra water skins, as he finds himself increasingly thirsty in the humid conditions, and clean, clear water isn't particularly easy to come by in the brackish swamps.<br/><br/>During the first half of the journey, Salvador remains somewhat sociable at camp, but more often than not, he spends this time with other travellers, gathering news and stories. After Galduria, however, the worsening conditions, and increasing dishevelment of his companions contribute to him retiring early, to sleep through the worst of the evening heat. Rising early, mornings are spent meticulously maintaining gear, and checking on powder, the damp conditions far from ideal for his firearms. After that is some light exercise, a series of motions to keep him limber, which he freely invites the others to take part in, followed by stripping down for a wash, or at least a rag bath. It becomes quickly apparent that he favours bathing over privacy, cheerfully doing so even in front of other travelling groups, with total lack of modesty.