The maid's words laid their only fear to rest. Now they just needed to get to Ironmote first, and between the mercenaries love of drink, and their map with Brannock as a guide, it didn't seem like that would be a big challenge, any trouble they ran into en route, be they goblins or lizardmen, would prove a good opportunity for the four of them to learn how best to co-ordinate themselves, and a good warning to those who followed that they were in the lead.<strong>"Good thinking Sora. Did you tip her for that information?"</strong>he ask, draining the last of his ale with an approving nod, eager to retire and get some sleep before their dawn escape.<br/><br/>In the room, he made little conversation unless Brannock initiated it. Left to himself he removed and checked his equipment before setting down his axe and shield within easy reach from the bed. Slumping down on his side he faced the door as best he could, and closed his eyes.