Atal just hugged them both and slept, trusting his ears to wake him up if anyone tried something. Like their captive trying to escape, which would have meant he's as good as dead.<br/>In the morning, he woke up feeling there has been some change in the surroundings. It was nothing dangerous, of course. One of the girls was awake and trying to slip from the hug. He rose himself and looked at their host.<br/>"So, I'll remove that gag from your mouth now. Hope you don't start screaming or something equally stupid. The girl here seems to have a couple of questions for you."<br/>Strangely enough, the man had regained some composure during the night. He gasped for air when his mouth was freed, but managed to answer with a semblance of dignity.<br/>"Yes, I do own a coach, and I've got a bit of investment. If you wish to travel, I could get you what you need, and maybe a little extra silver, in exchange for my life. Do not count on a lot, though. Most of my fortune is in goods that would take some time to sell - and that's after they even get in town with their caravans."<br/><br/>Machado listened him absent-mindedly, more concerned with the memories of the night. It all seemed different now, almost like a fream in the light of the morning. Still, he was sure they were real, and he would have done the same again, if he had to choose.