Fiona wasn't sure how to feel anymore. She rode in silence, at the head of the group, trying to fight her drooping eyelids to keep a decent watch on their surroundings. She was well beyond the mood to listen to stories from Tobias or the dwarf, which seemed to flow out of them simply from habit, with likely only the tiniest shreds of truth. Well, the tooth Shela wore looked real enough, so she supposed there was more truth there than what Tobias came up with. Still, the blabbering was helping to keep her awake, though she didn't know if it was worth the annoyance.

"You know," Zoe said, riding along beside the wagon, "I think tomorrow's going to be a good day. Or at least an interesting one." She loosely gripped her spear near the head, sticking it into the ground repeatedly as her horse walked along. Her gaze had a tendency to be a bit absent, but she was still paying attention, evidenced by the giggles that bubbled out of her during Shela's story, despite the horrific events the dwarf was describing.

She looked up at the sky about as much as she did the world around her, seemingly content to wander about with a group of strange people she'd only just met.