Djonn was impressed. He had honestly expected disaster at any moment, but the sinking dread had by and large receded into the regimented boredom of the long march. He remained vigilant but the edge had certainly been taken off his mind. Nonetheless he jogged to and fro in the formation trying to make sure things were running smoothly. [color=FF66CC]Adele[/color] wasn't having an easy time with Lydia's totem, that much he could tell from her pained expression and grasping of her torso. He snickered a bit, as he trotted passed Hemming's carriage he offered her some words of assurance. "You're doing fine [color=FF66CC]Lass[/color] just take deep breaths and limit how long you keep it on to only short spats, you don't have the stomach yet for keeping it on any longer while moving. Just take things easily and take heart knowing that the first time I put on her mask I [i]actually[/i] lost my lunch!" he left her at that and made his way towards the front of the column where he was greeted by Silhainlé the Lessir. 

By the rabbit-man's report they were only an hour's march from the Cossler estate. He glanced at the sky and figured they'd get there just as night fell. [i]Perfect,[/i] he thought. He seemed a bit winded.

[center]"Orders, sir?"[/center]

Djonn tugged at his beard more in habit than actual contemplation, "That's excellent to hear Silhainlé. We'll be at the Cossler Estate soon so refresh yourself, catch your breath, and then make your way down the path and inform them of our imminent arrival."