Now injured and splattered with demon's blood in addition to being exhausted had not improved Mola's mood one smidgen. He stayed off to one side and sulked rather than join the interrogation, even assuming the charmed demoness would listen to him or answer his questions as well. But the mention of the caravan...maybe he could still salvage this situation.<br/><br/>"Then let's find the closest place with a patch of dry land, steer this staggering piece of junk there, loot anything worth looting aboard, and get off. A giant striding castle is hardly inconspicuous, and it doesn't make for a relaxing place to sleep either."