Tobias picked up the group's outward momentum rather quickly, it seemed it was time to get this doomed show on the road. [i]Orphans and gold, Tobias. Orphans and gold.[/i]

The rogue  went upstairs took little time packing his belongings (and a few of other people's - old habits died hard). It came down to a few trinkets, a few extra changes of clothes, road supplies... nothing extravagant. 

Tobias slung his pack over his shoulder and proceeded outside, where the rest of the group was making ready their horses. It seemed that someone had been kind enough to donate to the cause - a few more horses and a wagon were available for their use.

Immediately, the thief hopped up into the wagon and wasted no time making himself comfortable, laying back and resting his head on his pack. "For me, guys? I'm flattered, you shouldn't have. I guess saving the day [i]is[/i] mighty tiring work..." the rogue closed his eyes and began to fake snoring loudly.