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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Artur Hawkwing" data-source="post: 5902823" data-attributes="member: 50177">Marcus rides along in silence after the conversation between Fae'shiel and the human. He is left in the torturous state of not having gotten answer to his question. He contents himself with watching the countryside pass until the wagon creaks to its stop at the inn. He hops from the wagon, offering hand and/or arm, if needed to Fae'shiel. He smiles at the mention of food.Yes, stew does sound quite good. Thank you.He finds his assigned sleeping location and deposits his gear there. He happily takes advantage of the pitcher and bowl provided of nice, clean water to wash his hands, neck and face, using the supplied towel to dry. Then, he walks down, rubbing his flesh where the cestus usually covers, only the dagger at his side in a plain brown sheath as a weapon on his person. Upon his arrival, he looks for any of the others and, spotting Vincenzo, he walks over, giving an agreeable greeting.I do hope you at least saved a little bread for me.He settles into a seat at the table prepared for them and looks side long at his companion.I just had a thought. If we are able to find the lost wagon, and it is in good condition, how do we get it back here? We've no horses with us, and from what I gathered, the place where it all happened is just a few hours walk from here.</blockquote>