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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1383395" data-attributes="member: 13681">Ioleta travels quietly, seeming more and more focused on putting one foot in front of the other as the sun draws close to the horizon. Only occasionally did she point out a cloud formation "That one looks like a spade!"Or a pretty, unseasonal flower. Or bird. She brightens at the prospect of a night at an Inn, or at least rest, and pipes in after Tylkin departs. "I rather think more than one of us should stay with the wagon. Especially with me. Caravan guards can be a... rough sort. Present company excluded."She scarcely wait for the wagon wheels to stop before dropping her pack, kneading the small of her back as she speaks. I really need to ditch some stuff. But it's all so useful. She realizes that they cannot yet rest and eyes the bulging pack reproachfully before lifting it with a groan.They pull the wagon around to what looks to be an appropriate place, though Ioleta tries to steer them as far from other wagons - and wagoneers - as possible. She begins to check the cart over, poking around where the hitch attaches to the cart and undoing it. She smiles triumphantly as the mule takes a few steps away and then her eyes widen in panic. She darts around the mule, startling it, and grabs for the reins. The mule shies and kicks, but without much vigor, he's tired, more tired, than anyone. Ioleta grabs the halter and, holding the mule's head as far away as she can walks it over to Jaan. She grins ruefully, raising her voice a little for any nearby, "Sorry, should have left this to you experienced lot, but I wanted to do my part. Take her. Her?" Her head drops out of sight for a brief second and reappears, "Yep, her. Take her, please?" She then turns her attention to the wagon, "I should have done this before we left, since it doesn't look like Tylkin cares one whit." She puts on the brake and begins inspecting the wagon. After some time she exclaims, "Look at this," she looks up at the others with a trace of triumph in her eye and lowers her voice, "This needs replaced. If it isn't, it'll probably break," her eyes seek out Jaan's, Troi's and Velbrik's, "at the most inopportune moment." She raises her voice slightly, "We should probably tell Tylkin about it, sooner, rather than later. My vote is that it's not me, since I found it." She gives a firm nod of greeting or acknowledgement at any who happen to be looking their way.She takes the arm of one of the men in the group and gestures him to lean close. She lowers her voice until it is barely audible, "Go inside and ask Tylkin something, anything, so we appear to be on the level. We'll worry over the wagon out here until you return. When you come out tell us he said to 'leave it'. Get us some food..." She plants a kiss on the man's cheek and rubs his arm. Giving him a playful shove, she calls after him, "...and an ale, please. Something fruity?" She grins broadly.OOC: Ioleta is trying to find some weakness in the wagon, a poorly maintained wheel, or bad hitch, anything, that Tylkin overlooked which she can exploit. That is the "this" she refers to. Should he not have left anything, she is willing to create her own 'weakness' in the wagon. As long as the others concur. The cover is that they've found something they're going to bring to their bosses attention. The person who replies is who she speaks to, if Jaan, she takes the mule from him.</blockquote>

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