Suddenly all buisness (the image is somewhat spoiled by the acrobatic Mice who seem to have sprouted Butterfly wings that now fly around the wagon), Rik replys to the Lady Kaftan. "Striking a blow against brigands, while I must agree is an excelent sentiment, does not seem to be the kind of things most traveling performers habitually do. Since you seem to be currently in possession of my possessions, I don't really have any choice in weather or not I should go with you."
With a snap of his fingers a top hat appears in Rik's hands and the flying mice dive into it, one after another, placing it on his head, it vanishes. Turning to the Halflings, he smiles and shakes Rick' hand. "It's almost like we are twins seperated at birth! And I seem to have a sister! How marvelous! My fair lady, I am sooo much better than a mere 'Jack-in-the-Box', for one thing, a Jack-in-the-Box can't walk around. I however, feel the need to do some stretching. Well, you all know who I am, and I seem to be short on names at the moment. Who are you and where are we going?" Rik Steps out of the chest and moves to take up the reigns of his donkey.
"So, where are we bound?