The last piece of egg just disappears into Septus his mouth. He chews on it for a bit before swallowing and focusing his attention to Rickard. "Good morning to you too. I'm going to assume you slept well?" Septus raises his hand and points at Rickard. The bartender quickly brings some  breakfast for Rickard. "I am keeping another journal about this mission. Just like other dangerous missions we do. You never know what might happen to us, and it's useful for people to find it and know." He shrugs, picks up the journal and puts it back on his belt.

After Rickard finishes his breakfast, the two man head outside, saddling their horses. It was a short ride to the small village where they would meet their contact. They just had to make up for lost time, so the horses had to put quite some speed behind it. Luckily the two man aren't disturbed on their journey. No bandits or problems with the horses, makes the day almost a bit boring. By the time the man arrive at the village they were meant to go to, the sun is already halfway down again.