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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 5621386" data-attributes="member: 40413">"Well met, Mistress Adu!  In spite of this business the morning finds me quite well indeed."  Despite addressing his comments to Krag Lady Moretti responds to Kanli.  "Lazy?  I think you are wise to leave your feet where they are.  Do not your feet do the heavy work of carrying you around?"Unseen, or perhaps ignored by Lady Moretti, Fusto's thin lips tighten and he gives her a incredulous look.  You are not sure if the stolid Fusto doesn't share Lady Moretti's love of mornings or if it is the city or his mistress's new hirelings that have him in such a surly mood or if this is the man's natural outlook.Returning to Yoshiki's question about travel times, Lady Moretti says, "I daresay one could walk the distance in a day and a half but the wagon is considerably slower.  Barring mishaps it should take us three days to reach the family estate.So, Fusto, it looks as if we are ready to travel.  Shall we be off?"The Lady's statements coincide with the information Zelena has picked up casually since she left Lady Moretti.  Furthermore, the gnome knows that once past Baron's Cross they'll skirt along the Tenebrous Wood until they reach the Moretti estate.With a call of "H'yah!" the wagon is off.-----The wagon does move slowly so that Yoshiki and Kanli and anyone else who is walking and Zelena riding on Silver have no difficulty keeping up with it and have to slow their normal pace considerably to not leave it behind.  Late morning they arrive at Baron's Cross and a broken down wayhouse called the Broken Log.  Lady Moretti has Fusto pull the wagon up under the branches of an old oak so that the horses have a bit of shade."We'll have a brief bit of a lunch here and then move on," explains Lady Moretti.The interior of the Broken Log is dim and there are a few locals sitting about that turn to gawk as the door is opened.  A light breeze stirs up a haze of dust that hangs golden in the shaft of light from the door and blows a dirty sheet of cheap paper up against a table leg.Fusto slips past the group to join a pair of old men at one table and they all lean heads together and begin talking in low voices.  The maid drops off three mugs at their table before turning to you all."What c'n I do fer ya?"<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/215/fusto.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/5378/fusto.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a><a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/848/pzo9235taldorlady180.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img848.imageshack.us/img848/1975/pzo9235taldorlady180.th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a></blockquote>

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