Quintus only grunted. "Do not look a gift horse in the mouth... I for one am pleased to see the lack of bugs..." he suggested as he walked along the dock. He followed the other man's gaze to the large building atop the rise and he nodded. "Good choice..." he said as he unbuckled his armour again and leaned the shield on the same post as his helm was perched on....<br/><br/>"You two are being superstitious... Try not to over-analyze everthing..." he suggested before looking back at the supplies still on the boat and on the dock... Then he looked at Anastasuis and Mesina... "Seeing as the two of you are not built for labour... I will begin hauling the supplies up the rise..." he suggested removing the breast plate...