<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0c/27/7d/0c277d925f71c3f1bc2da87109dbccf8.jpg)</div>"It's a good point, Lyara." He conceded, but didn't seem too keen to discuss names any longer; after all, this was a dead man they were talking about. Well, soon to be dead.  As long as they knew who they were talking about when they were communicating to each other, that's all that really mattered to him.<br/><br/>He went back to his home, got his horse saddled up and filled the saddlebags up with the content of his explorer's pack; leaving the backpack on his shoulders empty. He then went around town real quick to inform the members of the militia what was happening, and how important it was that they remain on alert while he and the others were gone.  A few wanted to come, of course; but he talked them into staying behind. The village needed them here, after all.  Not only that, but<em>he was counting on them.</em><br/><br/>Because finding every member of the militia like that takes time, he is probably arriving last at the shop, but not late; one hour exactly. And yes, he is riding his horse. Assuming everyone was more or less there, he'd speak up. "By the way, I'd recommend everybody that doesn't have one invest in a bedroll; it makes sleeping on the ground a bit more bearable. It's not something you ever really get used to, but it does help. And with what we're doing, I can't imagine we won't be spending at least one night camping."