Kyle sat for a few more moments, absently counting who was going where and on his fingers... 8 had been in the tavern, including him... 2 parties of 4 had left... minus him... Something seemed not quite right there, but he couldn't place what for the life of him.<br/><br/>With a shrug, he picked up his weapon and haversack... he had intended to go out so why not be dressed for it to begin with...<br/><br/>With a last look around, he trotted to catch up with the bandit chasers; prefering a horse to a carriage so he could look about him without the hinderances of walls or canvas. There's a reason, afterall, why bandits like to waylay things like carragees...