After the inevitable failure of the cart, Gwyn retrieved her chain and slipped it back on.  Pragmatic though there reasons were, she was still impressed by the mercenaries' inclination to do the right thing, and without complaint.  Though whoever, whatever had attacked him, maybe it would be only right for the tinker to return and give<em>them</em>some grief.<br/><br/>She also felt a little guilty, having the others do all the work - but she had tried, and now she let it go.  When some other dirty job had to be done, they could take turns then.<br/><br/>There was some relief in reaching Kensla, without any particular misfortune - unlike the tinker's experience.  So far, so good... and the village seemed pleasant enough from the description.<br/><br/><strong>"Temple before inns, of course."</strong>Gwyn gestured at the appropriate lane.<strong>"Unless you need a rest, Darius, Vlad?"</strong>Though having come so far, they would likely want to be the ones to finish the job.<br/><br/>It occurred to her that if the Balliff died in Kensla, he might have passed through the same temple... perhaps some questions could be helpful here.