In hindsight the idea was simple. Get into the testing grounds, learn a few friendly faces, figure out what was going on and then sell it back to the crown. Simple, right? No. Jim, the bloody bastard, came with him. Thinking that his, "nightlife" wouldn't get him into trouble. Jim had even joked that they would be in and out without any trouble at all and be back in time to deal with some whore in the back alley. But Mark the smith knew who and what Jim was and fed Jim to the wolves the day after the test started. Poor Jim. Fucking bastard got what was coming to him but still. Jim at least should of had the chance to run. The image of Jim hanging from the rope crossed his mind briefly. He himself wouldn't ever let that happen. Backed into a corner without a way out. Oh no. This little fox was going to always have a way out. Now if these cute little hens he was going to be traveling with did a few things for him, or even with him, at night, or together.....<br/><br/>He shook his head lightly to clear his thoughts, women, no matter what, were distractions. The kings advisers were speak and informed the four of them about their task. Things have to be bad when the king is asking commonfolk, like himself, and local witches and wizards for aid. No surprise that a holy warrior was tossed into the mix. "Guess Fae are roaming about now." he muttered. He let his mind return to the adviser words and his eyes lit up at the parchment allow him to break the peace, legally. He could have some fun with that it if wasn't for the pile of wealth within the chest.<br/><br/>His mind rapidly came up with a number of questions to ask but the advisers seemed to be in a hurry and they left the room in short order. The firepot girl was the first to move. Showing her willingness to work with the king. Quiet girl, smart, he guessed, and knew something about crafting death in a portable container. She was the first to get her scroll. A thought crossed him mind just then. Funny only three scrolls to write back to the wizard and four of them. Guess he was the odd man out, Literally.<br/><br/>Using both his hands he gestured towards the chest and its scrolls. "Ladies first, madams." he said as politely as he could. Best to see them once more, from both angles. Cause he wouldn't let them get within arms reach when he was on the road.  Smiling as nicely as he could he even took a step off to the side to allow them to easily get past him. He'd get his scroll soon enough.