“Feh!” Lusser exclaimed, scoffing at Erion’s claims of good weather. “This air is about as ‘fresh’ as waking up to a bucket of water to the face! Such a beautiful land, if not for it’s abysmal cold…” Lusser didn’t really know why he was so much more vocal to voice his opinions on the weather than any of the more controversial feelings he held. Perhaps it was simply so banal that it wasn’t worth keeping inside, and he simply felt more inclined to vent about it; he didn’t get the chance to vent about things very often, after all.

	“You should indeed consider visiting your family,” Lusser chimed in once the subject came up. “They don’t last forever, you see…” He trailed off with a sigh. Lusser managed to avoid thinking about such touchy subjects often enough, but even he had to be a little sentimental about his losses. He simply shrugged in acceptance when Feuertanz explained why the use of a cart would be inefficient, but he had a bit more to say about Erion’s revelation.

	“Assassins?” Lusser repeated, not believing for a second that they wouldn’t follow him here. “As if we needed more potential problems…” He didn’t see any positives to turning on him; if there wasn’t a prior agreement, he could just as easily be rewarded with a mere “thank you,” and if they were either smart, or Erion’s story was true, they’d turn on him, too. After all, why trust a traitor? Whatever the case, it seemed to him that they would be stuck together for a while, so he might as well accept it.