Eben stops at a stall and purchases another 10 days worth of rations and water skins, which he stows about his person after handing over a fistful ceeps.
He turns to regard his new compainions. I do not know these people. I do not believe I know of their reputations either. I must be on my guard, they may have templar sympathies, he thinks to himself.
"Two weeks in the desert, sounds like almost a good idea give the unrest within the walls of Tyr right now," he says to the others. "If we move quickly, we can be out the gate this afternoon and travel in the cool of the dusk."