Vaeri noticed the movement outside and left the inn to see what the commotion was about. As she left, she greeted Hugh a good morning and gave Derrix a brief farewell. It was awkward enough with the silence that came about from the interruption of the fae whose name she had forgotten, leaving without a goodbye would feel even odder.

She arrived outside to find the horses the slavers had previously used and the wagon that had been used to transport the former captives. Luckily, her ride with Sana had been short, so she did not experience the riding soreness that she had heard about, but she was not keen to experience it firsthand. Not to mention that she preferred traveling through the wilds on foot. It was easier to maneuver. Horses were designed for plains and cumbersome in dense underbrush, so if she had to choose one of the transportation options blatantly presented before her, it would be the wagon every time. For the time being she would hang around in the general area of Fiona and wait. She seemed to be on top of things.